In early mourning, on the first day of fall, with a chilly wind, the crab apples had started to fall off the lush green trees, into the dry yellow grass. I walked by the brick and wood houses and past the colorful flowers, toward the end of the road.
Wondering if I'd see a animal of some sort, like a bird or a chipmunk or even a lizard on one of the big gray rocks. I looked down at the peaceful river, through the branches I could see that the river was a dark blue unlike a week ago when it was white.
It was like I was in my own little world, with downtown truckee (where all the shops, cars and people were) only 15 feet a way! Then a truck pulling up the road brought me back to the real world.
Cody Nern
Cody! Beautiful! Okay, so I have to tell you my favorite part was you seeing the river THROUGH the branches! I love that you showed me HOW you saw the river; that it wasn't in clear view. I like so much, also, how you're anticipating animals--not exotic ones just the animals who live right here. I think it is like a sort of day dream, your writing, so it's very appropriate that a truck brings you "back" to downtown Truckee. I also love hearing what materials the houses are--brick is so indicative of downtown Truckee! What a pleasure to read. I'll talk to you about a few other ideas on Friday! NICE WORK! See if you can add another whole paragraph between the beginning and the end before Friday. Just try it! I dare you! :) Carolyn (GREAT photo, by the way!)
ReplyDeleteCody, when you say "the crab apples had started to fall off the lush green trees, into the dry yellow grass". It was my favorite part because it described scene so well I didn't need to look at the picture.
ReplyDeleteGood job!
Logan
Yeah, Cody, I totally agree with Logan, when you described the crab apple tree, It was the perfect way to explain the transition we are in right now between Summer and Fall.
ReplyDeleteIt was really good!!! LZ
Cody, you write as if there is an invisible boundary between downtown Truckee and nature: the river, the unseen animals on the rock, the branches that you see the river through. It is as if you are walking on the boundary and looking either way, and falling into each world and popping back out again. Great piece! :)
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