I’m inspired whenever I read picture books with my grandchildren. Of course they love a great story, but sometimes, even if the words are simple, and the story not so interesting, their eyes are glued to the illustrations. Even with dim lights and sleepy eyes at bedtime, they’re fascinated by the world inside the book.
It’s as if the story creates a certain familiarity, a comfortable “environment” for them to doze off in, like Dorothy going home to her beloved surroundings. When I read to the children at bedtime, I notice their eyes scanning the pages, similar to the way a small kitten watches slight movement in the grass. It’s such a joy to wander through the pages no matter how many times it seems to take for eyes to close.
The best part is often the request that follows the next day “Can we read that book again? Please?” And, from afar, they spot the book on the shelf, and fetch it like candy to savor again at bedtime. Does this love for picture books evolve sequentially into a generic love of reading? Or are those images just what they’re meant to be at the moment–a dazzling adventure without words?
This makes me wonder if the images I’ve learned to create in Photoshop will stand the test of time in our mind’s eye. Will my grandchildren remember the digital drawings I spent hours creating. Here’s one I made especially for them:
What is she looking for? What a great question to ask while looking at the image… What if it’s the sun rising at the end of the storm? What if it’s the reflection of the sun from the water? Time for questions. Time for sleep…
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