Part of my love of the New Yorker is its covers. I feel like I get artwork delivered to my doorstep. I look, peel the label off and have it to enjoy the whole week.
This week's has become my favorite.
Look at that line! The story it tells. The possibilities it shows. I love it.
From front to back each is a bit of us. The first leading and the last following.
The teachers: "I'm watching you," thinks one. While the other's thinking - if thinking at all, he's a guy - well, see boys in the back below.
The kids in front: looking up, down, and all around.
The boys in the back: walking along, wondering. When will we get there? What will we have to eat? I'm bored; I want to be playing. And again, when will we get there and will there be food? Their minds lairs of thoughts....maybe, or nothing at all.
And the girl in the middle: hat askew, looking up, looking back, mind wondering and wandering. My favorite. This kid is going places! *
The Story I See
*And probably the one the head teacher is watching: look at her eyes. She knows. She knows that the one most alert is the one to watch.
Ps. Apologies for the male/female stereotyping. But. Even my newest read begins with that typecasting. Is it scientific fact? Still, maybe better the lines drawn, worrier as thinker and laissez faire, not male and female.
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