Creative inspiration takes many forms. Sometimes it comes in a flash: the classic light-bulb moment. Other times it seems to come in...

Marcescent leaves hang on til spring; dried paper sheaths shrouding bare branches. Rattling, prattling, the pale yellow crisps cling,...

I pull up to the gas pump and cut the wipers, peering through the rain-splattered windshield. A decrepit roadside sign catches my eye....