It rained from morning until night today. Not the sort of rain that makes for nice photographs of people leisurely walking through the streets and dancing over puddles, either. It was “big ol’ fat rain.” Thanks, Forrest. It was the camera-breaking rain. It was mood-obliterating rain. The hair-wetting kind of rain, even.
It was the kind of rain that makes stopping by library branches that you haven’t been to before seem like a good idea. Yeah… that rain.
OK, here is what happened:
I tried to take a certain type of picture the other day that didn’t work out well. I’ll spare the details because I’m still working on it. So I wanted to get a book on Photoshop because endlessly googling questions about the computer program just drags one deeper and deeper into the Internet abyss. Furthermore, a book helps because it offers information I wouldn’t know to ask about on the grand Google.
Anyway, I found three books that looked good and they were showing in stock at three different libraries. No big deal, they are all within a few miles of each other and if I didn’t mention… it was raining so I had nothing better to do.
At the first library, Wayne City Library, I was impressed with how big, new, and clean it was. The computer said they had the book on the shelf, but it was not on the shelf. It was not in new releases, or on any nearby table. There was nobody in the general area reading books that looked like the 450 page monster I was looking for. In fact… I didn’t see much book reading at all. Half million books in there and everybody there is on a computer. I asked the librarian for help and she was not much use- first time I encountered that at a Passaic County library. Normally they are either very helpful or bitter, but still knowledgeable. No matter- there were two more on the list.
The second library, Caldwell City, was a small brick building made in the 1800s. The librarian was awesome. The whole place was awesome, really. It had the poorly printed photographs in $1 frames hanging on the wall depicting town scenes from decades past, just like a government office with zero budget should have. By comparison, Wayne library had expensive exposed laminated ceiling trusses in the architecture. Caldwell had painted cinder block on three of the four walls. But you know what? Caldwell had the book. Checkmate.
I decided to go to the third library, Cedar Grove, mostly because I was curious. Cedar Grove’s appeared to be built in the 1960s, based on the style of the building. From the front lobby you can see straight through the library to a rear glass wall and glass doors. Out those back doors they had a garden and reading area underneath well-established trees, and it was alongside a small river. Perfect, but it was raining by the way, so I just looked. They also had a projector screen off to the side and a number of senior citizens were hanging out watching “The Martian,” with Matt Damon. Spectacular movie… I almost stayed to see how it ended (for the third time). This older library with the nostalgic older library smell (The same as Neptune, guys) also had the book I was looking for. Two points for the tried and true libraries.
So anyway, now I have two good books on Photoshop. I say good books because they are heavy, and heavy books keep me warm as they lay open on my chest and I am sound asleep “studying.”
Maybe I should have just picked up the book I was pointing at in the photo…
Why no pictures of these fantastic libraries???
1) Camera-breaking rain.
2) I am trying to paint a picture with words, because that is the kind of practice needed before I can decide if I have what it takes to be an author. Comments on this topic would be much appreciated…