Before I started writing my book, a picture of a little family enjoying a picnic inspired me. They were in a grassy field, with the slanting sunlight of late afternoon streaking the shot, shadows creeping in around the edges. The young mother, father, and baby sat on a little blanket, seemingly happy, but also somehow deeply dissatisfied.
Pictures and music inspire me, make me want to write.
Today, I discovered a photographer whose haunting images are filling my head with new ideas.
Thanks, Mike Shaw.