This is a photo of a pool of water near the Whiskey Rapids Trail in Algonquin Provincial Park in central Ontario. I am going to allow Travis or any reader to imagine fishing in this pool in the autumn sunshine.
To borrow a question I saw in another blog, what plot does this photo inspire? You can answer in the comment section.
Photo Credit: Chris Walsh CC=nc-sa, Flickr Commons.
17 comments:
Secret murder and narrow survival. Perhaps a woodsy hermit-type who sees something he shouldn't...
Or, I start remembering the plot to A Simple Plan!
Sure is pretty, though.
It doesn't inspire a plot. It inspires sitting down, with my camera - finding peace - and then slowly finding "subjects to take honme".
It's a great shot with the reflet...
What doas it inspire ? Freedom and "quietude", silence, but birds' sings...
It would be easy to imagine a hunter becoming the hunted, or a loving couple backpacking into danger. It could also be just a fishing tale. :)
Well, being that it's halloween and I'm a horror writer, I'm picturing something buried at the bottom of the pool, perhaps hooked by a fisherman and dragged to the surface, thus beginning a series of horrific events.
I love the wilderness and this image showcases one beautifully
This looks like a place you could go to be close to God and one with his nature. It looks so serene, a place I would like to be, thanks for sharing.
Plot? I see me, a kayak, a dog and a fire ring and tent, that is where my plot begins. And a coffee pot, flask of bourbon and my wife in a bikini.....no wait....maybe I shouldn't say that here....
i could fish there myself, barbara...
as for plot: can think of several, and with me: horror/fantasy ;) lol
Steve, sometimes these quiet, unobtrusive places hide a horror waiting to be discovered.
RunE, a photographer is similar to a detective, finding items that speak.
Webradio, solitude only interrupted by the sounds of nature can be very refreshing.
Bernard, the choices are endless.
Charles, those quiet pools certainly could have something hidden in their murky depths.
Thomas and Shipley, wilderness it is, only reached by hiking.
Margaret, yes, a place to sooth a troubled soul.
Gary, I can see your thoughts progress to the more important things in life.
Tony, fishing or admiring the view lost in thought.
I'm late, I lose myself in the forest...
It is the ideal place to meet when you get lost in the forest and then imagine having to survive several days away from the facilities of our consumer society.
But it never lasts and the reality of our roads resurfaced very quickly.
I can hear the plop of my line in this lovely pool right now!
maybe late in the day, if it is cool, you combine the coffee and the bourbon? That is important!
likely both :D
Marie, well done. You caught the essence of the place.
Willow, imagination is a wonderful thing.
Gary, to keep the chill of the night at bay, I suppose, though you do have your bed warmer.
I see the protagonist getting drunk at whiskey falls and having a hell of a good day. Problem is I can't find any good conflict.
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