When my eyes scan a landscape, I see stories. Stories unread, like a stack of the most enticing books that your fingers ache to open. Worlds to absorb. They call my legs to move so I can walk into these places, an urge that is consuming and if followed, delivers me to uncontained inspiration.
I can walk into the scene in this photo and be moved to create an expression of what was seen and felt in that place—photographs of the golden sunlight, recordings of the wind moving through grasses, gliding around a tree, perhaps later a painting that preserves the memory of that moment.
The earth is my ultimate muse. I cannot imagine a time when she does not enable me to articulate her beauty that I witness—a source unending. My chest fills with gratitude.