Student writing inspired by viewing Ansel Adams exhibit...
Writing Prompt: Look at the photograph and begin a letter to
a friend with the words, "Last Night..."
The Tetons and the Snake River Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming,
1942 Last night it was as though you could see God himself, elevating
over the vast beauty and uncanny strength of the mountains. Staring
out, you begin to understand just how small and insignificant we are
in this universe. The light of the sun penetrating through the clouds,
illuminating over the mighty mountains. You could see the river cutting
through the pine green trees, calm, smooth-running and captivating.
Last night I saw the most extraordinary image. In a brief instant
I realized how breathless nature can be. I looked up and the clouds
were ready to cry and yet they didn't. The river was still and the mountains
in the background served as security. I felt safe.
Last night I saw the foundations of the mountains, and through my
eyes I saw many rocks in all shapes and sizes, many light and dark colors,
different shades and textures.
Also, the best thing was the sun hiding between the clouds.
Last night I saw an unusual kind of garden. It was such a beautiful
sight, made from rocks and sand.
Last night I was at the mountains and I sat on one of the rocks
and it reminded me of us sitting on rocks in our country. I felt like
I was back in our country and I was with you again.