Thursday, October 13, 2011

A picture has how many words?

My Dad as a child with his grandfather, 1937.
There is so much to love about this picture. The grandfather. The child. The dog. The manner of dress. The shadows across the lawn. The kind of day this must have been.

When I think about writing a single scene, I try and remember how much rich detail is found in a single photograph. Then, the words come rapidly. All the senses are ignited. The word pictures form.


  1. The first thing that struck me when I glanced at the page was the dog.

  2. I've seen one (much older) of my dad around the same age. He was wearing a little dress, and my grandparents looked so stiff and sober and impossibly young.

  3. Kathy,

    That's funny because I had the same reaction. (Sorry dad!)


    So, so true about seeing one's grandparents so young!


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