Back from the national Humanities Congress where the non-fiction book I co-wrote was having its debut and CAN NOT FIND MY CONTEST MANUAL. Besides I'm too immersed in the rejigging of two excerpts for submission.
May you find some writerly or dreamy inspiration from my musing about the photo above:
In the opening chapters of Cages, the character of Sabine moves to the fictitious village of Papillion. 'They' say that there is a piece of us in every character and it is definitely the case that while writing about Sabine, I've been reminded of those foggy days standing on the wharf watching my father's fishing boat, first shrinking and then disappearing altogether. The photograph above (from the Shutter Sisters) reminds me of how much those quiet moments, interrupted mostly by the sound of seagulls was where I aired out my dreams. Those dreams may have remained in the cage, but that is where they were first exposed to the call of the birds circling above.
If you're feeling the need to let your dreams take a long overdue breath of fresh air - consider heading to Cape Breton where I grew up - there are too many places along the coastline to mention one only. Perhaps it's best if you just show up and let the place find you!