I’m the least competitive person on the planet, but the post by Kate Shrewsday made me think about my writing desk and the contest set by Spirit Lights the Way. My writing desk is the place where I am when I think of what I want to write.It may be the kitchen where I cook and take pictures or the wood pile when I am cutting wood for the fire. On one memorable occasion it was the ditch into which I had just fallen after one glass too many. The process is like ersatz mental arithmetic. When the calculations become too many or too confusing to retain I start to jot fragments of thoughts on paper. My computer desk is the workshop where I try to make something tangible from those thoughts.I became a photographer because I never knew when a painting was finished. I write because images make me think of words.