Sometimes when the page is blank and the words don’t flow, I find it helpful to look to photography, nature, and other sources for inspiration.









I stare at the instrument before me,

In awe of what can be done with it in the hands of an expert.

To me, the device is intimidating,

Its infinite possibilities overwhelming.


It can catch the perfect light  —

A sun-brushed horizon saturated with ribbons of red and gold,

The moon’s luminous reflection rippling on a quiet woodland pond,

A river illuminated by the glow of a thousand floating candles.


It can capture a brief moment  —

A swimmer mid-stroke, droplets of water frozen in time,

The frown of a wizened old grandfather, his brow etched in wisdom,

The wide-eyed wonder of a child taking a step for the first time.


It can expose the tiniest of flaws  —

A single loose stitch in a finely woven tapestry,

An aphid on the underside of a perfectly formed rose bud,

A split along one vein of a colorful feather.


It can paint a panoramic picture  —

A vast arid desert undulating with windswept layers of sand,

A coral wonderland with tropical life swaying gently in the waves,

A heavenly firmament scattered with shimmering pinpoints of light.


I stare at the instrument before me,

Resting on the table mockingly.

It’s not very big really… my nemesis,

Yet I remain mystified by its simple complexity.


It can portray images in tones of black and white  —

Historic buildings casting shadows in the late afternoon sun,

A chessboard of miniature travelers scattered across a great divide,

A diverse array of people with undeniable shades of gray.


It can bring to life a kaleidoscope of color   —

Multi-faceted jewels sparkling against a cushion of soft black velvet,

A twirling parasol, each section alive with vibrant joy,

A rainbow, its spectrum appearing magically in a cascading waterfall.


It can record the sharpest of details  —

​The iridescent scales of a butterfly wing reflecting royal hues,

Leif veins branching out to catch the sun’s warm rays,

Glittery flecks imbedded in a piece of marbled granite.


It can blur one image to intensify another  —

The muted green backdrop of a spider web glistening with dew,

Raindrops viewed through a window thick with condensation,

The lacy wings of a dragonfly against a subdued background.


I stare at the instrument before me,

​Tempting, beckoning, like the call of a siren.

Finally, I pick it up, wondering what will develop

​From this, my muse.




​The ink begins to flow.

The pen seems to move of its own accord,

Capturing time, recording thoughts,

​Painting words, painting pictures.


Dee Leone often combines writing tips with her love of amateur photography when she tweets. She is the author of over twenty reproducible books published in the educational market and has written numerous plays, word puzzles, stories, and articles for magazines. She is currently working on picture books, silly verse, a middle grade novel, non-fiction books for young readers, and a screenplay. Her most recent work is BIZZ AND BUZZ MAKE HONEY BUNS, a children’s book published by Grosset & Dunlap/Penguin.




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