Sometimes, the images are my own memories... those are my favorites. Pictures I've lived and captured in my mind contain not just the scenery, but also the details of smell, touch, taste, and sound. As I've lived my life I have tried to make a point of stopping to smell the flowers, as they say, by plucking moments of my life and putting them in a mental file for a rainy day.
One of the roots in my family tree. My Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather.... might even be another 'great'. |
Simple pleasures were the best. Big Spring is a popular location for my story. Pictures like these from "Down Turnback Trails" are a constant source of my inspiration. |
I have no idea where in the world this is... but in my mind it's in Missouri. |
Leila is the Carnation Dairy girl standing 3rd from the left. |
I also google earth the actual streets in Mt. Vernon. The street view feature has allowed me to take walks along E Kirby Street and the countryside. I've stood outside the house my Great-Grandfather had built. The small bungalow sits on the corner of W. Cherry and Market Streets. I visit there often to imagine Hattie tending to her garden and how her husband, my Great-Grandfather, William Owen, who was Mt. Vernon's Mayor in the mid 1940's, must have walked down the street to the courthouse each day, stopping along the way to bid a friendly 'hello' to his neighbors.
Well, back to writing. Thanks for visiting my blog!
Lovely pictures, Gina. I especially loved the green tunnel. Best of luck with your writing.
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