The young writer’s Thursday
Today’s TBT is the picture of a young writer…’s work:
English descriptive paragraph
Nov. 21, 1967
San Francisco, as I last saw it, was enough to stir the heart of any native Californian. The scene was movingly beautiful. I can remember it as if I saw it just yesterday. It was from the freeway leaving the city, looking down through the tall, intricately woven expansion of the Golden Gate Bridge. The angular outlines of the downtown buildings were softened by a light gray fog. The mist cleared over the water, letting the morning sun shine down onto the bay. Alcatraz, forboding [sic] yet lonely, protruded from the clear surface of the blue gray water. An ocean liner slowly made its way past the tiny sailboats on its journey to the ocean. The scene slowly disappeared behind the hills surrounding the bay. The last things to be hidden from sight were the tall, proud pillars of that beautiful bridge.
To which the teacher remarked:
I think the word selection (angular, intricately woven, etc.)
is what takes this beyond the real of “good” to “quality” communication.
My mother saved this, throughout many moves.