Land of Bloomability and Unfinished Angel, continued

If you continue past the Herman Hesse museum

(see previous post)

you will come to a stone arch

that connects two buildings

a path leads you through the arch

and down a short slope

you round a curve

the trees part

and then

you see

this:

You can hardly believe your eyes.

You have to sit there

on a red bench

and 

breathe deeply.

Such a world!

xx

Setting

I am writing more slowly lately

because I am hypnotized

by this autumn bonanza

this dazzling 

treegold

waterpink

splendor

. . . 

xx

Story Settings

Often I am inspired by place. The above setting for instance, which was my view this morning of fog shrouding the lake, begs to have its story told. I see the fog as perfect metaphor for the beginning of story, when all is shrouded in mystery. Can you make out the dock in the center of the photograph? (You may be able to click to enlarge.) I like how you can only see the first part of the dock. To see more, you have to go further into the fog, and this is pretty much how I find out what my stories are: Begin and then go on, a little at a time, discovering what is ahead.

I know it's a lake out there, obviously, but what will I encounter along the way, and how far will the dock reach, and what will happen at the end? Just like story.