Day 63: Photo Albums

Just a couple of those blank stick-to-the-pages photo albums someone gave me, can't remember who. They are really bad for storing photos in, archivally speaking, so I will never use them. Another one of those hiding in plain sight objects, I found them lurking on a book shelf while I was searching for my copy of Flannery O'Connor's short stories. (It's been a weird day and I have a hankering to read "Everything That Rises Must Converge").