When I gaze at this photo, the turtles in this windchime reminds me of Florida, and my sisters who live there. The senses come alive with the waves of the Gulf rising up and spilling onto the shore, dogwood, magnolia and wisteria trees in bloom. Behind the windchime is a fresh snowfall here in Montana.
Disparity, contrast, strikingly different associations. Writing provides vast opportunities to see through a multitude of perspectives, to view the world through a character's personal landscape.
What I perceive in the photo is one perspective. What do you see?
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