My wife is an avid photographer. We live on the third floor of an old beach hotel in Rye Beach, NH. We can’t afford the ocean view apartments, however, our windows face due west and there is a wide variety of birds. She has literally thousands of photos of them. One day while I was writing on my guitar she said, “I love the mourning dove”, after she had captured one. I started making fun of her, improvising. I actually was digging it and in a matter of hours had a brand new song.