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...

Note: Larger versions of posted pictures can be accessed simply by clicking on the images “Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you now because I never stopped dawdling like an eight-year-old on a spring morning on his way to school. Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn. I am a very happy man. Thank you.” Dr. Hoenikker's Nobel Prize acceptance speech (in its entirety) Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut Old jealous corn skeletons stand in disciplined rows - sheathed in brittle armor – and make their last stand against the rising forces of spring. Water percolates into the earth The clouds … like swaddling cloths. Birds draw arrows in the sky…eventually Save for the grass-stained chin, I frequently see this expression at the daily 10 o’clock scheduling meeting. It was Mr. T who saw Bill Monroe’s bird watching article in the March 18 th Oregonian – an article that chronicles the current s...