STUDENT PROJECTS Amity High |
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Student writing inspired by viewing Ansel Adams exhibit... Writing prompt: Imagine yourself in this scene. What do you sense? Winter Storm: It's 5:30 PM, clouds are rolling in. the temperature
is dropping, it seems to be about 50 degrees. The birds are still
flying overhead and their screeches echo through the snow covered
mountains. The faint smell of pine sifts upward in the light breeze. The cliff shoots right out of the lake. The clouds as they roll by
block the sun on the mountains and cliffs. The fog rolls down the
side of a mountainside. The ground is muddy and wet. A powdering of snow has fallen but the air is brisk, not cold. There
are many small streams gurgling nearby. At 10:00 in the morning, the sun is at its perfect angle because
it's not too far up on the horizon, but just far enough to warm my
face. Writing prompt: What might Georgia O'Keeffe and Orville Cox be saying to each other? She: Your feet are as big as that cloud. Man: It's kinda cold out, do you want to go in? The woman is telling a joke, flirting. Writing Prompt: Choose a landscape and write a postcard from the place. The mountains have settled deep into the fog as over. The trees seem
to be going to sleep. The severe beauty of this place is such a extraordinary
sight that I don't know how such a thing could be caught on camera. Writing Prompt: If the picture could talk, what would it say? Trailer Camp Children: The big kid might be thinking, "I
hope we don't die like this." The little kids might be thinking,
"Where's my parents?" Write a four-line poem... Alone Majestic The sun turns the clouds into golden pillows (Frozen Lakes and Cliffs) |
STUDENT PROJECTS Amity High |
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Student writing inspired by viewing Ansel Adams exhibit... Writing prompt: Imagine yourself in this scene. What do you sense? Winter Storm: It's 5:30 PM, clouds are rolling in. the temperature
is dropping, it seems to be about 50 degrees. The birds are still
flying overhead and their screeches echo through the snow covered
mountains. The faint smell of pine sifts upward in the light breeze. The cliff shoots right out of the lake. The clouds as they roll by
block the sun on the mountains and cliffs. The fog rolls down the
side of a mountainside. The ground is muddy and wet. A powdering of snow has fallen but the air is brisk, not cold. There
are many small streams gurgling nearby. At 10:00 in the morning, the sun is at its perfect angle because
it's not too far up on the horizon, but just far enough to warm my
face. Writing prompt: What might Georgia O'Keeffe and Orville Cox be saying to each other? She: Your feet are as big as that cloud. Man: It's kinda cold out, do you want to go in? The woman is telling a joke, flirting. Writing Prompt: Choose a landscape and write a postcard from the place. The mountains have settled deep into the fog as over. The trees seem
to be going to sleep. The severe beauty of this place is such a extraordinary
sight that I don't know how such a thing could be caught on camera. Writing Prompt: If the picture could talk, what would it say? Trailer Camp Children: The big kid might be thinking, "I
hope we don't die like this." The little kids might be thinking,
"Where's my parents?" Write a four-line poem... Alone Majestic The sun turns the clouds into golden pillows (Frozen Lakes and Cliffs) |