Congratulations to all who participated in the Fall Writing Conference in Montpelier, Vermont on Saturday, November 11! It was amazing to hear all your voices through all kinds of writing, there was so much talent to be heard!
In Autumn the leaves fall, and fall, and fall. They slip away from the tree and land softly all over my yard and never stop. They range from green to red to orange and to brown. I take the leaves up and more fall, I rake them up again, and once again, they fall back down. I dive in the pile of leaves and feel a harsh breeze that means winter is coming. The leaves are different shapes with different sides. They are ragged, smooth, shiny, and dull. Each leaf is unique and different than the last.
It was winter time. My nose was so cold that I could even smell coldness, I could hear the wind whipping. I looked down the mountain and saw some of the slope but only the first 20 feet or so because the snow was to strong. With my poles I pushed myself forward and started down the slope. This was the last run of the day according to my dad and I was so hungry that I could eat a cow. Also I felt as if my toes were on a vacation. I could feel my hands on the warm smooth hot chocolate.
I was at school and i was playing around and some of my friends got a little to physical and the teacher saw them trying to get hit each other, so the teacher yelled and they ran away and they were hiding which made the situation even worse and later they got caught and they got suspended before i hit adult hood i was truble maker i would never listen to anyone my parents worked so hard to get me a normal childhood and the way i repaid them i worked my tail of to make them feel like king and que
As I was trudging through the cold winter snow, I heard the scratching of shovels on the pavement and saw snow fluttering down from the bright white sky. The snowflakes gently landed on my eyelashes as a harsh gust of wind shivered me to the bones. I saw kids rushing into to their homes to greet their parents on the beautiful Sunday morning.
The night before the snow day, it is snowing hard and the wind is blowing with no signs of stopping. I went go to bed with hope that you will be able to sleep in the next morning. The next morning buried under the covers you open your eyes just a peak to see your mom saying, “It’s a snowday, I have to go to work. will you be ok?” then leaves your room and goes to work.
It was winter time. My nose was so cold that I could even smell coldness, I could hear the wind whipping. I looked down the mountain and saw some of the slope but only the first 20 feet or so because the wind was to strong. With my poles I pushed myself forward and started down the slope. This was the last run of the day according to my dad and I was so hungry that I could eat a cow. Also I felt as if my toes were on a vacation. I could feel my hands on the warm smooth hot chocolate.
These images were taken this summer at the The Temple of Heaven in Beijing. I make several references here to different pieces of The Temple of Heaven, particularly the three paths, a wall, and the heart stone. The title in the character translates to "Heaven".
Let us walk the paths of emperors and stand where gods among men were. We can smile and laugh and carry ourselves like blind fools throughout the dynasties.
Walking my dog down the block I could feel the wind whipping against the parts of me that aren't covered by my a jacket or my snow pants, the frost biting at my skin,snow falls to the ground walking down the sloshy sidewalk. My boots were filled with snow making my feet uncomfortable. My dog yelped after he stepped on the ice and slipped. His fur, once fluffy, was now crisp with the cold air nipping at him from all angles. We turned around deciding it was to frosty to keep walking.