Thinking outside the box can come naturally to anyone. You have to allow yourself to come up with many ridiculous notions and let the scintillating schemes come forward. The trick is to recognize the ridiculous from the possible.
One fall day, many moons ago, I brushed by some milkweed plants ripe-n-ready to dispense seed on the trail to my favorite section of wild brook trout waters in the White Mountains of NH, the Wildcat River. I was so eager to see those fiery bellies of the males in full spawning colors that I only half paid attention to the path I was traveling on through the meadow. After bumping into a healthy patch of milked plants, I paused to watch the "floss" parachute take flight and decorate the sky.
Photo by Nome Buckman