I find art inspiration everywhere, especially when I step outside. On my travels the other day, I found:
A collection of random things, that might not seem like much. But they pull me in with color and texture and interest. I look at the way the dew is caught up in a web on the grass and think about the effect it makes. I see the surprise of birds running through a yard. I see the peacefulness in a wooded area that just seems to pop up out of nowhere, knowing that within those trees exists a whole other world.
All of this is inspiration for me. All of it helps me in life, in my poetry, in art, and how I appreciate this world.