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  • My office is a dozen feet under the driveway to our building. It's a windowless expanse of desks, machines, and every flavor of artificial light imaginable. This spring marks three years I've been down there.

    In spite of this, it's actually a productive place to be - just keep an eye on the clock, as there are no long shadows or dusky skies to clue you in that it's time to go home. It's a place where you can be singularly focused for hours. And I am.

    I think it comes from spending so much time in the darkroom and realizing that all kinds of creative and beautiful things can come to life in the dimmest of places. But, in a darkroom you have to start somewhere beautiful and take it into the dark in order to complete the process.

    The light in our kitchen window this morning is reminding me of that first part. It's telling me I'm not going to be in that basement much longer.
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