I take pictures of houses that a character might live in someday. This house is in the east 50's in New York and I liked the combination of the lemon yellow wood house against the flowering tree.
I started doing this about a year ago. I bought an inexpensive small point and shoot that I can carry in my purse and I take pictures of all sorts of things -- a breakfast a character might eat, a corner he or she might pass by, a bouquet of flowers she might be given. I gather the photos into files that make no sense to anyone but me.
I also scour the web for images that match something I am working on. When I am far enough into a project to print out pages to review in hard copy I spend a lot of time looking for the image that I want to put on the cover of the binder. My working binder of things that are "finished" -- meaning that they are pieces I don't mind letting people look at if they ask what I've been up to -- has a black and white photo of a dancer in rehearsal with a messy bun and a white tutu under a stretched out sweater. I was so happy when I found it because that's always how I feel when someone reads something I've written: only half-dressed and partly prepared for the scrutiny.
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