My office during my stay here at the University.
Is it cluttered? Or is it cozy? Or is it the place where a camera store exploded once upon a time?
I know where almost everything is. Very little escapes to the abyss. The lights are off almost all the time, even when I’m here at night when the big window fails to supply the room anymore. The chair used to squeak a lot, but I think I’ve tamed it. Photo books, magazines, and old cameras. Computers and cameras and random types of harddrives. It is my escape, my place to think, and my place to get things done.
I leave the house at around 8:30 each morning, arriving here and spending almost all the daylight hours. I work, I do my lesson plans, I listen to music, I meet with clients/students/friends…
Is it any wonder it looks like it does? Of course, I don’t mean to wreck it: in the end it is not really mine. But for a little while, its my base of operations.
Stay tuned from stories from this office…
-Noah D.
