That got me thinking how often my story ideas are inspired, triggered, by visual images; or an image brings buried memories to the surface.
I admit that I am one of those annoying people who will be watching an old movie on TV and say, 'oh, this is the one where...' I'm sure you know someone like that. I apologise. :)
A lot of my photos would mean little to anyone else because they are connected to a particular idea I have, a thought about a possible scene, or a specific character. Some are just to capture how something looks.
I even have images for ideas that don't even exist yet, but something told me I needed to take a photo of it- I just put it down to how my brain works.
If I have a camera at hand, good, but if I don't then some images get stored. I don't have a photographic memory, so perhaps it's more a 'selective' memory, though perhaps we all do that...
I was looking through all the photos I have saved from my research trips to Dorset, and I found one particular one that I can see my hero Marcus reproducing, but I have to write the rest of the story (chapter 4 onwards) to reach that stage.
This is my husband late afternoon on Chesil Beach looking out to sea. The picture is from 2008-sadly the pixels were low on the camera I was using, so it's not as good as I'd like...
|Looking out to sea on Chesil Beach...|
Images capture a moment in time, and whenever we look at them they remind us of the past- both good and bad.
Glad to say, this is one of many happy images...