Imagery from the Book "Cannery Row"

"Early morning is a time of magic in Cannery Row.  In the gray time after the light has come and before the sun has risen, the Row seems to hang suspended out of time in a silvery light...cats drip over the fences and slither like syrup over the ground"

"around them the evening crept in as delicately as music"

"little water snakes slipped down to the rocks and then gently entered the water and swam along through the pool, their heads held up like little periscopes and a tiny wake spreading behind them."

From Cannery Row by John Steinbeck
photo courtesy of John Wise