Here’s what I see from my writing chair.
The valley is sparkly cold in the early morning sun. Delightful, and particularly so when I have a lovely log fire keeping me warm on this side of the double-glazed picture window.
Like to share your scenes? What do you see when you’re writing?
Pelotard said,
December 1, 2008 at 11:51 am
I’d post a picture if I had a camera handy, but it’d come out various shades of grey, I’m afraid. They sky is a very dark grey, despite the time being about noonish over here, and the roads and trees are nearly black. I hate this time of year
Shelley (aka Soulcreates) said,
December 1, 2008 at 11:59 am
I see the sky smiling on my tonight
Joanna said,
December 1, 2008 at 12:21 pm
Oh David you lucky soul. I’m in a dingy London basement flat – however some sunlight drifts in and I do have a bank of greenery outside the front windows. But mostly it’s dreary and I’m hoping to move next year.
murfomurf said,
December 1, 2008 at 12:37 pm
That looks very pleasant, David, especially for the time of year in your part of the world. When I write my blog I’m usually in our kitchen/dining/lounge area which has full height and width windows out onto the back courtyard. It’s a very pleasant view except in wet weather when everything is all flattened. I’m sure I could put a photo in my next blog entry! The view out the front windows was particularly gorgeous tonight with the jacarandas in the sunset- naturally I took photos of that too! Glad you’re feeling well enough to write! See you on Plurk!
anniegirl1138 said,
December 1, 2008 at 4:41 pm
Today it is the desk top, my wedding photos, a couple of boxes we found in my dad’s dresser drawer after he died this last October full of memories, too much horizontal filing I need to stack somewhere other than my workspace, an iPod, snowglobe from my daughter and an empty tea cup – which reminds me to put the kettle on.
Alex Fayle | Someday Syndrome said,
December 2, 2008 at 7:32 am
I see the white stucco’d kitchen wall, the fake wood-grained melamine round table the red IKEA dining chairs, and my Moleskine cahier.
Actually, all I see are the words that appear on the page because once I get into the groove, I never look up…