Back at home I immediately returned to the lake. I never really noticed (till now) that my real muse is simply water and sky with bits of land. It probably is obvious to everyone else. It was the same in Florida...all that beauty, same muse. Have you thought about it? Other people have muses and I can guess what they are. Carolyn's muse is the sky of Scotland and Casey loves his trees.
What's your muse? And why?