Now and then something catches the eye, often I say "I wish I had my camera." I did have my camera a couple of days ago when I looked at the window shade as I got up and saw this graceful shadow of a fast-growing branch of the forsythia just outside my bedroom widow.
I immediately thought that if I wanted I could use it as part of a quilt design ... I don't know if I will, but I'll print it and add it to my somewhat unruly stack of ideas. I go through the stack now and then but rarely use those saved ideas. For me the momentary impulse is more consuming that something I thought would be a good idea ... still I think would be a good idea but... but there are a lot of ideas and only so much time. This I know: I'll never run out of ideas.
I'm afraid I absolutely cannot understand people who don't see good ideas for designs, for quilts, for paintings, for short stories all around themselves. In fact, I don't really understand people who keep scrap books of drawings and so on. I guess I don't even understand Pinterest ... But then I'm a different generation. I didn't grow up with constant visual input from TV and then from the Internet. Why should that make a difference? I don't really know, maybe it doesn't. Maybe it's just that we are all different and react to the world around us differently . Viva la difference!
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!