Forest Faces

Silver Bay. A quiet bay on the rippling shores of Lake George in the Adirondacks. It’s dead quiet on a misty November afternoon, all but deserted. A perfect place for a writer’s retreat.

Perhaps because I’m spending so much time thinking about developing memorable characters–characters with emotional depth, humor, spunk and what-have-you, I’ve taken to seeing characters all around me. Silver Bay isn’t as deserted as I thought–it’s crowded with a remarkable cast of characters. Sometimes it’s easy to pass them by, and then they give you a wink and you realize they’re watching you.

Sometimes they flat-out stare at you.

And sometimes they shed a tear as you leave them behind.