Moving Image

When I woke up this morning I was dreaming I was snapping a picture. I was a passenger in a moving car, and the terrain we were driving through was like an ancient Chinese painting.

There were human-sized hills, a winding stream and perfectly coiffed trees. There was a sense of scale that made me think I could capture the landscape quickly from a vehicle.

The dream probably augurs nothing. But if it does, could it mean that I've become less of a words person and more of an image one? It's happening to many of us these days.

Of course, there's the fact that I'm writing about this experience, not illustrating it. And I'm doing it on an outmoded platform that is anything but image-friendly.

Whew! I'm probably safe — at least for the time being.