GALLERY 2000
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Heal the World Eon Justin Hatter Avondale High Avondale Estates National Grand Prize |
Water Erick Brown Avondale High Avondale Estates National Finalist |
Living in the Wild Brandon C. Carter Avondale High Avondale Estates National Finalist |
Untitled Emily R. Newdow Druid Hills High Atlanta National Finalist |
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Submerge in the Wonder Courtney McCutchen Avondale High Avondale Estates National Finalist
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Together Forever Monica Cahal Lewis Elementary Kennesaw National Merit |
Untitled Kimberly Anderson Avondale High Avondale Estates National Merit |
Mallard's Pond Whitney Wheeler Oglethorpe Co Elementary Lexington National Finalist | |
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The Marsh Walk Erin Dwyer Pine Mountain Middle Kennesaw National Merit
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Waterfall Runs Free Toni Graham North Clayton Middle College Park National Merit |
Untitled Teale Marchette Oglethorpe Co Elementary Lexington National Merit |
The Three Elements of Life Sergio L. Merriweather Avondale High Avondale Estates National Merit | |
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Untitled Liz Nevil Druid Hills High Atlanta National Merit |
Untitled Amanda E. Yanez Druid Hills High Atlanta National Finalist |
Untitled Delinerabeth Moore Avondale High Avondale Estates National Merit |
Serenity Farhana Sobhan Avondale High Avondale Estates National Merit | |
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Rain Frog Marianne Walker Druid Hills High Atlanta National Merit |
Lost Desert Kimi Cosgrove Oglethorpe Co Elementary Lexington Award |
Free Forest River Danielle Crandall Diamond Elementary Fort Stewart Award |
Kaleidoscope Shina Cox Druid Hills High Atlanta Award | |
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Under the Sea Kristy Hale Segers School of Design Snelville Award |
Balance T.J. Kaplan Tritt Elementary Marietta Award |
Hilton Head Island Katie Knight Hightower Trail Middle Marietta Award |
Untitled Emily R. Newdow Druid Hills High Atlanta Award | |
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The Pond Jenna Saxon Oglethorpe Co Elementary Lexington Award |
Watch that First Step, It's a Doozy! Kalie Mosher Haynes Bridge Middle Alpharetta Award |
The Fishing Hole Nick Watterson Haynes Bridge Middle Alpharetta Award |
A Pond Rachel Soracco Lewis Elementary Kennesaw Award | |
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Beginning of a Dream Monica Tomczak Avondale High Avondale Estates State Winner |
River of Words Christopher Tenny Avondale High Avondale Estates State Winner
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Sounds of Nature Zinaida Vugdalie Avondale High Avondale Estates State Winner |
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THE RHYTHM OF LIFE The ground beneath us is our past The air above is our future. The earth is our mother Time is our father. Mother Earth does not belong to us We belong to the earth. Man did not weave the web of life He is just a tiny strand in it. Alicia D. Purdin Gordon High Calhoun National Finalist
Shrimping Laughter in the water, at the dock, cast and pull, music of water and voices. Salt water in the mouth, taste the river mud. Reach for the net, arm goes down, hold with your teeth, cast spin, and release. Breathe. Crash of water. Spray on the wind.
Hand over hand, cast and pull, laughter at a caught fish, a squid. Stop to watch a heron. Missed throw, the net twists. Crash, pull it in, and throw again. Laughter as a ten-year-old boy tries to throw a fifty-pound net. Catch him before he goes in.
Sun goes down in the marsh. Light the lamps. Crickets sing and moonlight reflects off the water. Moths hum and bump at the lights, shrimp till the tide changes.
Orange faces to blue, night sky. Night on the marsh, the river. Sit and watch the tide. Birds cry, marsh smell of salt and water, marsh mud and wood smoke. Pine bugs whir and scream in the dark. Lap of water on the dock. Tired voices murmur, soft laughter. a cool breeze whips wet and tired faces. cools the body and the mind.
Pack up the nets; blow out the lamps, head home. Sit in the kitchen and clean shrimp. Get kicked out of the kitchen and sit on the porch and clean shrimp. Pick up by the antenna, pinch off the head.
Old men drinking beer and telling stories. flash of cigarettes in the dark, sweet smoke. Glow of charcoal, hamburgers on the grill. Oil women in the kitchen cracking jokes, laughter as they cook. Crabs on the stove, coleslaw on the counter, peanuts on the boil.
Amelia G.Sides AR Johnson health and Engineering High Augusta National Finalist
My Creek I sit here on a rock, My own private dock, Listening to my creek.
The birds are singing, Their little voices ringing, Listening to my creek.
The trees seem to sway and fall, making my creek a grand hall, Listening to my creek.
Little animals scurry, They seem to be in a hurry, Listening to my creek.
Sitting here on this rock, My own private little dock, I realize what I have listened for, my creek is door, That I have explored. Amanda Nicole Bales WC Britt Elementary Snellville State Winner
The River The river, so calm and so quiet, Gently slipping as everything goes by it. shining and glistening under the September sun, Perfect for playing and having some fun. but there comes a time, when a storm is in its prime, that the calm river could become more ferocious than ever. Rushing and moving, the vigorous stream doesn't stop, covering and crashing into huge rocks. Eventually it comes back to its peaceful state, maybe it does have a hopeful fate. Jane Carey St. Thomas More School Decatur State Winner
Marsh I soar over everything I see spanish moss like witches hair hanging down I see the alligators darting stealthily through the water playing their games I see raindrops on the water and minnows playing around shiny rocks I perch on my favorite branch and see my last sight for today it startles me it's myself a bald eagle I am a mighty eagle, in a marsh.
Cody Dunwoody Sonny Carter Elementary Macon State Winner
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ELEMENTS Sometimes a beautiful field Follows me home in my mind And I get the impression That it was there for me That it has been waiting And the stalks whisper Giddy secrets and I know That eternity rests in these grasses So much so that Its wisdom sighs in rippling gusts that buffet my mind in bursts of recognition and I am freed Like so many seeds to the wind I am spiraling downwards Until I realize that
The oceans travel farther Than you and I can dream Yet they remain inside themselves sipping at worldly sands with unspecific and smooth fingers gurgling playful questions that lulls us to sleep just before we grasp the answers and the water doesn't mind if we float or if we sink as long as we keep swimming surging along like so many rivers and I am freed drinking my fill of the world and quenched by the water for the rivers run deep and
Embers are stoked rising out of the darkness to become known all to well and they burn like my min d almost as truly on fire and just as deeply destructive I am enraged by the darkness fighting it with licking blows that forever stretch skywards forever trying to illuminate those mysterious black heavens and I am freed because even the heavens are filled with fire the time has arrived I have become one surging with strength that runs at me from forgotten shadows I have awakened from death and am fully alive chasing the breezes at the crossroads where past present and my future meet and shake hands I have surrendered to my passion deeply in love with all the senses so that each throbbing star makes me shutter when it pulses in time to the galaxies and each sun spattered flower smiles as I dance in oblivion for only I hear the music in my head and only I am sure that I have kissed this one moment so let the dawn break and I'll stand firm as it shatters into rose tinted shards at my feet. Maria Scott Cedar Shoals High Athens National Finalist
Mud in My Toes Squishy, swishy, mud in my toes I want to be covered up to my nose, slipping and sliding through the goo there is so much more I can do. Patting and shaping my messy mud pie when it is time to come in I want to die, lying in bed I start to doze, dreaming about mud in my toes. Charelle Bronson Lewis Elementary Kennesaw State Winner
Watershed Wonder A watershed starts way up high From hilltops and mountains that touch the sky Melting, then flowing this water soon goes To the rivers, lakes and oceans that lie below. Lauren Butler Garrison-Pilcher Elementary Thomasville State Winner
River Winding my way through everything from mountains to the city. the pureness is within me. More power than anything in the world. I can't be stopped, only held back. I give life to everything around me. Feeding what you eat. Quenching your thirst, as you walk along my banks. Carving out the valleys and mountains in which you live. Giving you electricity for your everyday needs. But I still don't get any thanks. Instead I'm littered upon my banks. Sewage flows every which way. Boats constantly pollute my water. You are destroying the one thing you cannot live without. WATER! Chad Gray Avondale High Avondale Estates State Winner
Watershed We went to a secret place called kankaria. We lived in secret places, windy cliffs, wolf-dens where water pours from the rocks, then runs underground, where mist steams like black cloud, and the groves of trees growing out over their lake and covered with spray, and wind down snakelike roots that reach as fast as the water. And help keep it dark. At night that lake burns like a torch. A deer hunted through the woods by pack of hounds, A stag with green horns, diving through the forest from far away places. A pleasant spot! When the wind stairs and storms, waves splash toward the sky, As dark as the air, as black as the rain on earth or under the spreading sky or between the seas, neither South or North. Chirag Shah Clarkston High Clarkston State Winner |
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