Below is a brief pictorial tour of my someday study-lounge.
While I do most of my writing and nearly all my gardening elsewhere, everything written or researched comes back here for transcription, editing, and to be pontification.
A view of the wokspace I near perpetually occupy.
The plants that make that frequent occupancy tolerable.
This is the light I describe in the post: Third Harvest Begins, or: The Dark Leaf Rises.
Golden Pothos, Spathiphyllum, Maidenhair fern, Rabbit’s Foot Fern, Spathiphyllum, overexposed external light born of poor photography skills.
Asparagus Fern hanging from the ceiling, Staghorn fern in the background, beleaguered Asparagus setaceus convalescing in the foreground.
The clutter on my desk is usually at its greatest just before the end of a semester.
Purchase a flat monitor may have been prompted almost entirely by the added availability of surface area for pots replacing the old CRT would provide.
While writing papers for hours on end I like to pretend I’m in a jungle.
More fodder for the fantasy of forest immersion.
The two types of tubes in this florescent lamp provide gentle, supplemental lighting for the window plants.
The North wall has no windows but I still manage at least the illusion of plant life.
I think installing an actual waterfall in my lounge might be prohibtive expensive.
Were I better photographer I’m sure I could show botht he arrangement and the elements of my study area.
An attempt to show the study-jungle layout.
Perhaps the average of over and under exposure might be intelligable.
The Staghorn fern was on the discount table, a spot where I get a great many of my plants. The Asparagus setaceus I inherited from a neglectful ex.
Perhaps hanging a pot with drain holes direct over my work desk and monitor wasn’t the most prudent of choices.
Pothos and Wandering Jew.
Spathiphyllum. I forgot to close my windows a few weeks ago and the cold did a number on my plants.
The Maidenhair. When I got the fern for fifty cents it was a quarter this size. I always recommend buying the smallest versions of a plant one can.
Rabbit’s foot fern. Like its immediate neighbor, I got this from a bargain shelf. For me, half the fun in plant rearing is watching something tiny grow to titan.
Spathipyllum with a Wandering Jew pot-mate. All of my Wandering Jew vines came from a single mother plants what’s tendrils preferred the pots beneath to hanging in the air.
Asparagus fern is the common name for a great many plants, none of which are ferns.
This sort has barbs which it uses to climb surfaces to reach better light.
The barbs also do well at catching clothing, fingers, and hair.
A view from the window. Perhaps an inauspicious picture on which to finish, but this section is meant to favor the indoor rather than the outdoor.
A reverse of the last photo, a picture from the river looking up at the house taken while I worked on the Pride of the Susquehanna.