It is stone silent in the storage room. There is only the sound of your breathing and your pencil on paper. Working alone after hours, you are surrounded by thousands of museum objects. You take a break from the stream of your survey work to stretch, looking up and around you. You might have heard a sound but in the stillness you become suddenly aware of your presence in a space concentrated with objects that are at once both foreign and familiar, each with its own humbling, uplifting, disturbing and spiritual story. You feel in awe; an awareness that through your work you are in a way personally connecting to greatness, loss and constancy and to the historic acquisition processes that brought those objects to this place. It is at once both deeply saddening and wondrous. The moment passes; you return to work.
Apologies to Ansel Adams