My workspaces have changed over the years, from space on tables to whole rooms to the cabin and cockpit of our boat to the corner of our apartment that I am using now. The main consideration, always, is light. Good light, through most of the day (and good light bulbs at night).
This space is a relatively small one, which means I have to think about my work flow – about what I’m going to work on and how it will fit in with any deadlines I am working with. Smaller spaces make choosing necessary; choosing makes me think more about what I’m doing.
The light here moves around through the year, comes in at different slants through the window beside me as the seasons change. And it changes from day to day. A bright day means lots of light, and lots of shadow; a foggy, rainy day softens and spreads it.
I suspect not everyone would enjoy the view from my window, but it has beautiful and ever-changing things within it, things that interest and inspire me.
The water changes with every change in weather, light and wind. It throws back the sunlight, absorbs the grey of the clouds, hides under the fog. At night the lights shine off it, creating shimmering patterns.
The trees go through their seasonal changes. Leaves come and go, change color, shine in the rain or dance in the wind, grow shapely on the branches or lie withered on the ground.
Sunrises are hidden, marked only by the growing light outside. But sunsets are there for the seeing, in all their variations, from quiet and soft, violet and magenta, pale oranges and yellows, to spectacular crimsons and reds, full of color.
It’s like this in every place I’ve worked; areas of beauty, places of inspiration, a whole world inviting observation.
For now, that place is here.