This week at Tumalo Creek we weren’t at our regular study site. After we went over our writing prompt and choosing a backdrop of the riprarian zone,the bridge creek fire and how the valley is important to bend, we split up. Not able to see each other, we wrote about how we felt about the new spot. Personally, I got distracted by the river calmly rushing by, like it had somewhere to be and
it was late. Finally, all was quiet and we could write. The only sounds were the river and the birds chirping noisily in the nearest trees. After a long period of time, Mr.Beck called us back for our closing circle.
“As you walk away from one side of the river it is a grassy field with little burnt stumps rarely peeking out of the grass.” ~ Delaney Pogue
“Right now I have some kind of bird sitting on a log next to me, singing me a song.”~ Amelia Carlson
“There's a meadow here with tall bushes and many trees.”~ Bente shares ways this is different with are study site.
Cole deep in his thoughts about Tumalo |
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Stacia writing while she sat alone working on her reflection. |
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