I live on a mountain, and behind my house is a thick forest with walking trails, either made by other people, deer or the teenagers who love 4-Wheeling through it. Yesterday I went for a hike with my sister, who happens to have photography as her art of choice. While walking we both seemed to be in a world of our own.
The purpose of our hike besides getting some fresh air and exercise was to see if we could find anything for a collaborative project we're working on. It's called Abandoned. She's doing the photography and I'm doing the writing. Needless to say this forest held a plethora of ideal photos and writing ingredients.
We found an old canal and bridge, and when I say old I mean early 1800's. The stone work was amazing, covered in moss and with trees and ivy climbing all over it. The once thick waters were now a creek, and above the canal/bridge were the remains of an old railroad. The only way you'd even know was the neatly cut thick peices of wood jutting from the ground where they'd long since been buried.
Were there ever raiders racing on horseback shooting their guns alongside the train?
About 50 yards away was a new railroad. Beside the railroad was an abandoned campfire. Who was warming themselves there? I don't know but my mind certainly went to town trying to figure it out.
We found an old tricycle covered in rust, its bright red paint long since chipped away.
As we walked home I asked my sister if she could imagine living in the woods just like they did in the olden days. No electricity, going to the canal to wash up or gather water for cooking. Hiking through the woods searching for berries, nuts or crab apples. Carrying our long barreled shotgun to get that nights meat for stew. She laughed at me and told me no she couldn't, and I had a very vivid imagination. I rolled my eyes, this was coming from a girl who can set up a set up a stage with models and props to take the most compelling, heartwrenching or horrifying pictures you can imagine... I have goosebumps just thinking about her last project, Destroyed.
I guess we have a different type of muse and our imaginations run in different directions. But there is no doubt we both gathered much from our little hike in the woods. If I could, I would drag my desk and laptop out there and write beside that canal. Somehow I don't think that will ever happen...
I encourage you to talk a walk in nature. You never know what can happen.