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Write with a Camera: Capture Images and Convey Ideas. Kitty Drew and Mary Ann Stillerman KMWP. Write Like a Camera. Snapshots. Go outside and find an object Use your camera (paper or digital) to find the perspective you want – zoom in – zoom out – frame your image and SNAP
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Write with a Camera: Capture Images and Convey Ideas Kitty Drew and Mary Ann Stillerman KMWP
Write Like a Camera KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
Snapshots • Go outside and find an object • Use your camera (paper or digital) to find the perspective you want – zoom in – zoom out – frame your image and SNAP • Create two columns and list: Nouns and Verbs • Write from the object’s point of view
Word Gallery • Synonyms for tired words • Verbs associated with occupations • Content / academic vocabulary
Mentor Text “Next morning when the first light came into the sky and the sparrows stirred in the trees, when the cows rattled their chains and the rooster crowed and the early automobiles went whispering along the road, Wilbur awoke and looked for Charlotte.” Storyboard KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
Excerpt: A wicked wind takes aim By Julia Keller, Tribune staff reporter, December 5, 2004 Ten seconds. Count it: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Ten seconds was roughly how long it lasted. Nobody had a stopwatch, nothing can be proven definitively, but that's the consensus. The tornado that swooped through Utica at 6:09 p.m. April 20 took some 10 seconds to do what it did. Ten seconds is barely a flicker. It's a long, deep breath. It's no time at all. It's an eternity.If the sky could hold a grudge, it would look the way the sky looked over northern Illinois that day. Low, gray clouds stretched to the edges in a thin veneer of menace. Rain came and went, came and went, came and went. KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
Excerpt `Milestone's gone!' By Julia Keller, Tribune staff reporter, December 6, 2004 In the basement of Duffy's Tavern, dirt sifted between the floorboards overhead for 10 seconds. They could hear muffled booms from above, the crashes, the bangs and cracks and rattles. The whole building seemed to shudder, as if bumped rudely in a crowd. Sixty seconds before, they had hurried into the basement, chased there by a tornado flying toward the tiny town of Utica at 6:09 p.m. on April 20.Down the wooden steps they had come, hurrying, hurrying, but trying not to shove. The lights died. Once at the bottom, they huddled shoulder to shoulder, next to things they couldn't see: shelves with plastic tubs of French dressing and twist-tied bags of the green and white mints that Lisle Elsbury liked to hand out to departing customers. KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
Excerpt: After the storm's fury By Julia Keller, Tribune staff reporter, December 7, 2004 They picked at the pile, inch by inch, stone by stone, just in case. They thought they'd gotten to everyone who was alive, but you had to be sure. You had to. Buckets of debris were passed from hand to hand along chains firefighters. It began to rain, but nobody noticed.Earlier that evening--at 6:09 p.m. April 20--a tornado had barreled through the town of Utica in north-central Illinois and, with a tornado's savage whim, had shunned a building here but shredded one over there. Hitting and missing and hitting. KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
The luminous moon lights the dark sapphire sky, shining down upon the little town as if blanketing it in protection like a mother does an infant. What was once a beautiful town is now a place of suffering and despair, everywhere people ripping through what is left of their houses, praying their loved ones have not been. ~ Adam, 8th grader KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
The dark, angry, dye blue sky hangs over the small town as if it were shielding the citizens from a beautiful day. Piles of rubble sit where houses used to stand. The air is filled with thick dust, taken from its home on the ground by the whirling debris-strung twister. As families fled their homes, they left all of their belongings for the massive beast to consume. A single doll can be seen covered in the child’s last tears, covering memories with ashes. ~ Katelynn, 8th grader KMWP, Kitty Drew & Mary Ann Stillerman 2013
