In 1990 I was super excited to have my high school work experience application accepted to CSIRO in Macquarie Park, only to find when I turned up that I’d spend the whole boring week cataloging magnetic tape from these dull satellites Landsat 4 & 5. The only time my greybeard supervisor seemed remotely animated was when he started imagining what imagery 6 & 7 would send back.
How wrong I was; what this now greybeard wouldn’t give to rummage through that lab again.
How wrong I was; what this now greybeard wouldn’t give to rummage through that lab again.
RIP #7.