Out of the box

Basically I work day to day in a large concrete box. On a corridor with a view of some leaves obscuring a 6 lane road, in the suburbs… it’s thrilling.

But something really cool is happening down under the box in the carpark (another benefit of smoking is that you get to notice these things). Only 8 feet up or so (the bottom of the box) there are three nests stuffed onto the edge of the steel girders supporting the box. I’d always assumed were left over from way back but if you hang around long enough you realise that they’re actually very very busy and that all the tweeting you can hear is actually coming from them (it’s spring down here).

So yeh, even under the worst structures know to man, in the ‘orriblest darkest carparks, something beautiful is still going on. Nice.