I have always loved bookshelves. Partly because of the treasures they hold in the form of the books on their shelves, but also because of the beautiful way they beckon to explore other worlds.
Call me a romantic, but I like to think of them as the portals for our imaginations.
Whether big, small, narrow, long or short. Old and covered with scuffs, nicks and patina or new and fresh, makeshift or sturdy and solid. Bookshelves should be some of our most treasured pieces of furniture.