I needto get back into a writing habit without stressing over how cool or relevant the topic. What seems to inspire me is looking at photos I've taken over the past many years and recalling something about the moment or going with a thought or feeling that the photo provokes.
I recently went to the Bouquets to Art exhibit at the de Young Museum in San Francisco. I went by myself. Floating between the exhibits, I lingered over the ones that captured my eye and my soul and skipped over those that did not. It was a few hours of pure self-indulgence and it was gratifying. So many of the exhibits were stunning. Some were just nice and some were odd. A little bit of everything. Just how I like it.
I will be doing this again. Soon.