…and I’m at the beach and I see the guy walking there.
And I watch, hoping he’ll walk right past the gulls, disrupting them for a minute so I can get a shot of that feathery disruption.
But I’ve been watching him for a while, waiting, and in the watching a story idea has hatched.
Unexpected.
So I walk away, along the beach, alone, where I don’t watch anything.
I mutter out loud, unraveling this idea, repeating and layering and repeating the layers.
I make a few notes but mostly walk and mutter until the idea is pretty solid in my mind.
And then I go home and write it all down.
Turns out it’s a good story… that in itself a small miracle.
…sometimes that’s how they come.
That´s exactly how ideas come. Thanks for sharing.
cheers!
I love the last three photos, especially third from last. So mystical/mistical. I wonder if the story will feel like that.
Oh, I love knowing that it strikes you that way.
The pics have the right tone for what you’re describing. I love mystical/mistical above.
I know. So lovely, the mistical…