Our next step after making observations was to babble about the time that we spent outside. This sounded absolutely crazy to me at first. Babble? Like a crazy person? But when I started I realized how relaxing and soothing babbling is. You're writing about nothing, but something comes of it. I'm going to share with you just a couple pieces of my babble that I think I can integrate into other larger and more meaningful pieces of writing.
If you stare at anything long enough, it begins to look unfamiliar. At first a rock in a stone path just looks like any rock. But then when you stare hard enough you notice the engraved craters and the small chunks that are missing from the otherwise smooth surface. It's as if your eyes have adjusted to being able to view finer details, and everything becomes unclear yet focused.
I stared up at the endless sky. I say endless because I know that that's what it is, but lying there at that moment it didn't seem very endless. The roof of my house and the branches of the trees interrupted its otherwise perfect blue. As I watched, a plane entered my field of vision and flew across my patch of sky right through the middle and left a white trail. My sky had been split.
I'll keep you posted on what Mr. Carter has us do next!
Larkin, you amaze me with your writing. I look forward to what you will do every day. I love how you said that there was more within your babbling that you could use in more meaningful writing later. When we look closely and observe the little details, there is so much to discover. Can't wait to find out what's next from Mr. Carter.
ReplyDeleteAs Elsie said, your writing is so enriched by your powers of observation. I love the way you described the sky being split....bothe snatches of observation have the seeds of poems in them. Let's see what Mr. Carter is up to next!
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