I love making time for creativity. Sometimes it is spur-of-the-moment and sometimes there’s an elaborate plan, but carving out space for creative pursuits always pays off for me. I hope you’re inspired by these weekly Write Anywhere venues as well. This week I went to one of my favorite places. If nature inspires you, I think you’ll like it, too.
Write Anywhere #38: Wichita Mountains
After the encouragement of a weekend with writers at the OWFI writers’ conference, I drove about 1 1/2 hours south of Oklahoma City to the Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge to explore and write. People are surprised that there are mountains in Oklahoma. They aren’t huge, like the Rockies, but they are mountains nonetheless. Other mountain ranges in Oklahoma include the Kiamichis and the Arbuckles. The Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge became part of the National Refuge system by order of President Theodore Roosevelt in 1905, two years before Oklahoma became a state.
I am writing what I hope will become a novella with the Wichitas as a setting, so I needed to do research in the area. It was the perfect time of year to visit. I took over 100 photographs, so I tried to pick the best ones to let you get an idea of what a beautiful place it is.
The drive to the top of Mt. Scott is scary in a tiny car that blows in the wind, and I was impressed with the many motorcycles and bicyclists tackling the mountain.
Beautiful birds danced on the wind.
A wildfire in September of 2011 burned almost 50% of the refuge’s acreage.
The rocks in this creek continue to bear the scorch marks.
The wildflowers were at the peak of their bloom.
I think this is a Mississippi Kite. He watched me with wary eyes as I tried to get close to the tree he perched in.
This lone buffalo decided to entertain me.
A Prairie Sunset
The earth’s whole amplitude and Nature’s multiform power consign’d
for once to colors;
The light, the general air possess’d by them–colors till now unknown,
No limit, confine–not the Western sky alone–the high meridian–
North, South, all,
Pure luminous color fighting the silent shadows to the last.
The scenery inspired many notebook pages of writing. As I drove home at the end of the day, I felt at peace, satisfied, and productive.
Where did you write this week?