One of the things I'm trying to work on right now is a comic book, prompted by two friends of mine, Vince and Brooke.
Here's a page.
Just after dawn on the Nile, era indeterminate.
A wide shot of Egyptian semi-desert, with palms and dunes and greener patches near a river's edge.
CAPTION 1: I am the blue egg of the Great Cackler.
Closer in, a single dune.
CAPTION 1: I was asleep inside a mound of dirt, now I rise from a buried egg.
CAPTION 2: I live, I say, I live. I smell the air. I sniff the air.
Two clear but not precise footprints in silt.
CAPTION 1: I walk with my toes in the dirt.
Edge of a river, silty and reedy. A duck's nest, with a few blue-green and brown feathers strewn in and around it. A scrawny newborn duckling looks straight into camera, beak open.
CAPTION 1: I give my family duck meat to eat.
CAPTION 2: I guard the fledgling in the nest.
The dome of the sky, looking straight up. Deep fleshy blue and wisps of white. A swallow darts across.
CAPTION 1: What food there is for man in the sky, blue sky. A swallow darts and circles.
Shot of late-dawn rim of the sky. Blues and pale pinks.
CAPTION 1: I am the egg. I smell the air.
Full-page-width horizontal close up of gender-neutral eyes, bridge of nose. Skin is a deep tan. A few wrinkles, but generally unblemished.
CAPTION 1: I am the egg of the world.
Also, I have a new fish: a lithe shubunkin called Stipp.
Joseph | 6 Jun 2005