December 16, 2001and a limner in a pear tree---------------------
Today's photograph shows the American Mariner unloading coal in Marquette's Lower Harbor. --------------------
-------------------- He listened to NPR’s Weekend Edition and became increasingly annoyed as one of the commentators ruminated about a Florida bonfire tradition. The commentator was an English teacher at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. She sounded like so many other NPR commentators, going on in the grand NPR manner about how the "bonfires glow like candles on a distant birthday cake" and the "fire, orange as the hunter's moon, translucent as silk gauze" and the "pecan trees drop leaves like dingy wet handkerchiefs" and a "sky, black as spilled ink."The piece sounded like the flowery product of a weekend writer’s workshop or any one of the various New York Times writers fond of using words such as "limn." Hadn’t she ever heard of leaving something to the reader’s imagination? Or, would that subject her to ridicule from her peers as a minimalist? Ole Foss, U.S. Author, The Last Day of Winter.
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