This morning as I was taking my walk down our long dirt road in the woods of western Maine, a barred owl soundlessly swooped out the the trees. I wouldn’t have known it was there (owls don’t make sound when they fly–click here to find out why) except it flew right down the center of the road ahead of me for a good eighth of a mile. It’s always a magical and unusual moment when a barred owl appears out of nowhere. [Read more…] about A Barred Owl and the Nudge to Write
Painters take easels, paints, brushes, and canvases outside to paint en plein air to capture the light and beauty of the natural world; why not writers?
When I take my journal outside (certainly not during black fly season or when mosquitoes are everywhere here in Maine) whether I’m brainstorming ideas, drafting scenes, or writing poems, I find my plein air writing has, for lack of better word, an “airy” quality to it. I’m more open to experimentation. There are no boundaries. [Read more…] about Writing en Plein Air