Writers are often asked where their ideas come from. It’s such a common question that many roll their eyes. I’ve talked about that before on this blog post. For me, it’s always been the ‘what if’ question. This weekend I went for a short walk by my home and realized a lot of ideas come from the woods. Mysterious little spots that make you wonder why, and what’s on the other side, and what happened. So in case you need some story inspiration, here are some photos from that walk, and what they made me wonder.
Where did these train tracks go? How far can I follow them? Back in the 1920s there used to be houses here. They were moved away but you can still come across odd little open spaces like this. Which then make me wonder, who lived here? Is anything of them still left? Could I find old dishes or tools…or bones?
Two trees thick with moss and licorice root, that look, on this drizzly day, like a gateway. What would happen if I walked through? Would I find some secret forested world? Did they border a footpath or a doorway? Did someone watch them grow and wonder where they would be when the trees were full-grown? Or did these take root on a nurse log, the carcass of a tree that fell and gave them the nutrients they needed to survive? That would explain these two being in a straight line. So is there an old tree under them? Did it come down in a windstorm now long forgotten and did those living in the old houses hear the tree come down?
What’s on the other side? If I sit here long enough will I see a bear? Or Bigfoot? Or some old hermit coming down for water? Someone that people no longer remember, who maybe disappeared years ago, someone who refused to go when the houses were moved? What secrets are over there, where I can’t go?
And finally, a question everyone who’s ever walked a path asks: what’s at the end? What will I find? What is out there, that I can’t yet see? What stories are waiting?
5 thoughts on “In The Woods”
Your pictures are GORgeous, Lisa. LOVE them. And every one of your story ideas could be a kids’ book, so fresh and delightful are each of your questions, unfettered by adulthood’s jaded indifference and crass commercial priorities. I love you being out there with your WONDER, for us all. Pat Larson
On Mon, May 1, 2017 at 9:52 AM, Lisa Stowe – The Story River Blog wrote:
> Lisa posted: “Writers are often asked where their ideas come from. It’s > such a common question that many roll their eyes. I’ve talked about that > before on this blog post. For me, it’s always been the ‘what if’ question. > This weekend I went for a short walk by my home a” >
I’ll be sure to show you the path this fall!
I used to love to ride my horse through the woods, investigating interesting places and following paths. I always felt more mobile on my horse and, of course, had the ideal companion. I miss that. So very few places to wander on horseback these days.
We had lovely trail rides with Apollo. A horse’s energy seems perfect for following paths.
I agree. And there’s a lot to be said for that quiet companionship.