Tuesday, July 27, 2010
History is mostly guessing; the rest is prejudice.
Hinsby Beach, looking to the south-east. Taroona, May 2010.
If I could, I would locate any workspace I would be required to be at each day right on a beach. I am not too fussed which beach, just some beach somewhere, preferably protected from the elements by a well-placed bluff. That and a view off into a vast expanse of ocean with all the glories that sea and sky can conjure up through the day.
A small, but well ventilated, glass box set upon a windswept coastline would be a vast improvement on a cubicle, strip fluorescent lighting and the now closed venation blinds that constitutes my vista these days.
That’s my dream. What’s yours?