I came across this photo this morning which I took with Murph about 4 years ago on a Wintry walk up Ingleberrow in the Yorkshire Dales . That sounds as though he helped in taking the photograph which is not strictly the case.
I'd glanced across to the South and noticed this beam of sunlight heading steadily towards the lone tree and quickly put my foot on Murph's lead and grappled in my bag for the camera. It was raining and very cold.
Anyway it prompted an inspiring thought concerning inspiration. Almost by definition, you can't force inspiration to come along - it's complete serendipity and will appear when it wants to.
Trying to force inspiration to appear is like trying to force breaking wind. In my experience both can result in unexpected and unwanted results.