|At my house this morning|
When I left my house it was promising to be a beautiful day. All was clear and the sky was turning blue (the sun hadn't been up very long). I had heard fog horns and could see the cloud over the water as I drove down Cambie Street but I was still surprised when I saw how totally foggy it was at Kits Point. You couldn't see the mountains or the oil tankers or the buildings of the West End, and you certainly couldn't see Stanley Park. I could barely see in front of me. It looked like the perfect setting for a horror movie. I was thinking no wonder they film TV shows like Supernatural in this city.
The Mysteries of Harris Burdick, led my students to write some great stories. For anyone not familiar with this book, it is a collection of powerful drawings with short beginning lines, apparently delivered to Chris Van Alsburg by a writer and illustrator, Harris Burdick, who never returns for his manuscript but Van Alsburg eventually publishes as he noticed children visiting him liked to write stories from the pictures.
|back home into the sunshine...|