The Narrative Image

I told Kip and Uncle Rico about a magical lake that drains at low tide revealing channels of flowing catfish that you can catch with a bucket. So we set sail, testing the waters as we went... ...but the pelicans already knew. Cafeteria queue  Uncle Rico strikes a classic heroic beer drinking pose (I call this one the '10 o'clock meeting') Last Friday when I left work, I thought I caught the faintest hint of autumn gently wafting on the breeze. This scene seemed to confirm the arrival of fall, but Uncle Rico reminded me we were downstream from a super fund site. End of summer lakes leave broad fertile plains around their perimeters. Uncle Rico and Kip engage in a competition to see who can catch the smallest fish. Dr. Jekyll clouds begin their amazing transformations. Far-away rumblings are carried on the wind. Even though the waning tide has begun to suck all the water out of the lake promising the w