Where the wild things are...
About a week ago we decided to take our cameras to the park. My daughter recently got one for her birthday (an upgrade) and we wanted to see how it handled. I use to love taking photos, but it's been a while since I've taken a picture with anything besides my phone. The day was perfect, at least for us. It was bright, but overcast and 71 degrees, with a breeze. We must've both commented several times in the couple hours we were out there, on how awesome the weather was.
The park has long boardwalks that weave over the top of shallow waters (though I won't be testing that). So this felt like a great place to start. On our walk we crossed paths with couples, families, and bird watchers with cameras that put ours to shame. Seriously, they looked like paparazzi.
What does this have to do with writing or art, you ask? Well, taking your own photos is great for reference for your artwork. And they belong to you, so no need to ask for permission to use it. As for writing, it almost became a game for us to imagine what kind of magical creatures lived in different areas we saw. Also, being in a place like this can clear your mind, be a destresser, or even spark creativity. We left much more relaxed and happier than we arrived, and will definitely be doing this again.