The Narrative Image

Something that cannot be seen clearly, e.g. because it moves too quickly or because it is not distinctly remembered -Encarta Dictionary- Eyes don’t see like cameras do. Sure, there are some similarities, but compared to the conservative monocular mechanical vision of a camera, my eyes do something radically different as they dart around a landscape like hungry chickens pecking the ground in search of premium chicken scratch. Little by little (despite some glaring but hidden blind spots) significant details are added to a simulation of the world that runs in my brain – a simulation something like the simulation you are running, but necessarily unique. I could tell you what I saw - try to describe how, from Lost Lake (during the last days of summer) Mt. Hood looked like a ruined red pyramid …naked … …or I could show you a typical photograph… But what I really want to share is how the moon danced on the water. …and how the wind sighed as the sun went down… …and h...