Whenever I'm in a bookstore, I somehow always manage to get lost, then find myself momentarily, and then get lost again (hopelessly this time), at the Photography isle. I feel a strange tingling sensation all over when looking at photo books on display, even if I might have already seen most of them being offered online. There's a sort of magic at being able to hold the actual books. The tactile feel of the book, turning page after page, looking at beautifully printed pictures on thick, velvety paper, never fails to elicit in me a happy, deeply satisfying emotional rejuvenation, even redemption. I can stay there forever.