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Mar. 5th, 2009 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonionayI'm at Lake Quinault, in the mist and the moss and the goose poop. It's beautiful and atmospheric and inspiring, but I realized as I walked to the World's Largest Spruce that this was a disadvantage, since everything I'm working on is set in hot, dry places.
Getting to the Spruce, you walk through a forest of giant stumps--ghosts of the trees that weren't the World's Largest. I walked on a bridge over a little marsh with a huge wad of lichen shining pale and corpse-like beneath the water. Creepy as hell, but totally distracting. :-( Next year, I shall take this into consideration when deciding what to work on.
Getting to the Spruce, you walk through a forest of giant stumps--ghosts of the trees that weren't the World's Largest. I walked on a bridge over a little marsh with a huge wad of lichen shining pale and corpse-like beneath the water. Creepy as hell, but totally distracting. :-( Next year, I shall take this into consideration when deciding what to work on.
