Sitting in the dragon’s eye, Salt Point.
I read a lot of fantasy novels and I like to think that the worlds described exist on another plane. I love that feeling of going home when I crack open the next installment in an epic series. I take a step right into that world as a fly on the wall. Salt Point is like that too; I find a new character every time I go. But then I see faces and forms everywhere–in the soil, in the clouds, flitting over the rocks, dancing out of the corner of my eye. I like to find the life in the inanimate and to my surprise, I often do.