There have been so many Bradbury tributes that no matter how heartfelt each one may be eventually a fan becomes jaded from reading them. Despite that I still find these worth recommending:
(1) This one, from The Economist , is brilliant:
With his eyes shut, he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly.
The young man, and the camera, stopped.
Beneath the old man’s shirt was an illustration of a forest, something like a coloured tattoo. But the forest moved. The giant ferns and trees of prehistory crowded in on a silver path that hovered six inches above the ground. Men were walking along it, tourists on a Time safari, out to kill dinosaurs. A hunter called Eckels blundered off the path into deep moss, and later found a butterfly, glistening green and gold and black, embedded in the mud on his boot. Because of that dead butterfly history changed, in a whisper or a roar, all down the aeons of time. The tale was called “A Sound of Thunder”.
“Want to see more?” the old man asked.
For the old man has so many more tattoos he can display, you know.
(2) A much younger Bradbury – age 14, to be precise – appears in this photo with George Burns in 1934, taken in the days when he was submitting jokes to the Burns and Allen radio show. Decades later when they met again, George was astonished to learn that Ray was the same kid who once wrote for him. “That was you!?” he exclaimed.
(3) Did you know Bradbury once starred in a futuristic Sunsweet Prunes commercial produced by Stan Freberg? Yes, even in the future prunes still have wrinkles.
[Thanks for these links goes out to Sandra Miesel, John King Tarpinian, Andrew Porter and the Harlan Ellison Forum.]