This is a picture I took a while ago in Luray Caverns. I always love visiting caves–they are so eerie and fascinating and still. I think it’s the stillness that gets me; here we are, hundreds of feet below the earth. No light but what we bring ourselves, and the only natural sound is the constant dripping of water. It’s so far from what we know of life, so alien, but it’s all part of the same world in which we live. It inspires wonder.
Where do you all find wondrous things? How do you incorporate those experiences into your writing?