Books...that takes me back.
I graduated from high school in 1978, back when drugs were clean and sex couldn't kill you. I was getting really paranoid by 1980, felt like I was losing control, so I stopped all drugs (except the booze) cold turkey. I used to buy the biggest, most lavish books on artists who inspired me that I could find. I also started buying books to study the large format photographic techniques of Ansel Adams, Edward Weston and Minor White.
Those books lit a flame in me stronger than the pull of the drugs.
Thanks for sparking that memory
