At my desk.

At my desk is where I love to sit with a mug of coffee. Laptop open. Editing photos. Thinking. Reading. Writing (sometimes these days). Accompanied by a little jazz and my dog on my lap with his head buried in my forearm making everything 5 times more difficult and 10 times more meaningful. Early in the morning or at dusk the light is best and with my desk lamp on the space sets a classical ambience of messy (ie messy in the Goldilocks zone) deep potential. Sometimes creative, other times absorbative. Home desks, art studios, reading nooks, sheds, these are all liminal spaces where the separation between the mundane and the profound is far thinner than usual. Spread about are the tools to delaminate that separation.