Here, there be bears, and books, and art, and so much more. It’s a library, after all.
More specifically, the Washington Public Library, where we went to see the children’s collection.
Since I knitted en route (from the passenger’s seat, folks), it was amusing to arrive at a yarn-bombed front door.
So I was surprised to find relics of a warmer climate, too. We were there to talk books, and iPads, and library services, but I couldn’t resist the chance to meet the kachina, nestled in a box for safe keeping.