The Ocean Floor


This week I’m moving into a temporary office in Charlottesville. It’s cylindrical-shaped and feels like a houseboat. The blue floor makes me want to dive right in, the hell with work.

I’ll probably have to get some goldfish. Put a buoy on the deck and fly the skull and crossbones.


It’ll be interesting to see what happens when I set up the lights in here. Nautical White Balance, anyone?

Get out the tripod… I feel a panorama coming on.

Without bookshelves I’m adrift in unfamiliar waters.


Oh well, let’s hope it’s… Bon voyage!