- KTWU Productions
of a Landscape:
“Portrait Of A Landscape: Seasons” is a visual masterpiece taking viewers on a journey through the diverse landscapes of Kansas, in all seasons of the year. We feature prairie fires, native wildlife, pollen-seeking insects, rock outcroppings, chalky limestone left by ancient seas, waves of golden wheat, dramatic weather, croplands and the most beautiful sunsets over the intense and serene landscapes of Kansas.
Utilizing a variety of production techniques and technologies, including time-lapse and drone, macro and wide lenses; the Portrait of a Landscape production team is busy traveling the entire state of Kansas capturing beautiful and stunning Kansas displays, including Monument Rocks, the Arikaree Breaks, Little Jerusalem, the Flint Hills, several Kansas lakes, including Scott Lake and Lake Wilson, Pillsbury Crossing, Maxwell Wildlife Refuge, Cottonwood Falls, the annual Spring burning of the prairie, the Kansas River, the Smoky Hills, Gypsum Hills, sunflower fields, Rock City, and so much more.
The soundtrack for “Portrait of a Landscape: Seasons” features original compositions by U.S. composers, including the gifted Composer/Arranger and Violinist/Violist, Stuart Carlson, as well as Classical and New Age Pianist, Daniel Mangiaracino.
Portrait of a Landscape: Seasons will mesmerize audiences nationwide and will create wonder and curiosity, watching our beautiful state of Kansas in a way they have never seen before. We always hear about the false perceptions that Kansas is flat and boring. This series debunks these myths and we can’t wait to share this visual journey with PBS viewers across the nation.
By Clark Ashton Smith
But yestereve the winter trees
Reared leafless, blackly bare,
Their twigs and branches poignant-marked
Upon the sunset-flare.
White-petaled, opens now the dawn,
And in its pallid glow,
Revealed, each leaf-lorn, barren tree
Stands white with flowers of snow.
By John Clare
What charms does Nature at the spring put on,
When hedges unperceived get stain’d in green;
When even moss, that gathers on the stone,
Crown’d with its little knobs of flowers is seen;
And every road and lane, through field and glen,
Triumphant boasts a garden of its own.
In spite of nipping sheep, and hungry cow,
The little daisy finds a place to blow:
And where old Winter leaves her splashy slough,
The lady-smocks will not disdain to grow;
And dandelions like to suns will bloom,
Aside some bank or hillock creeping low;–
Though each too often meets a hasty doom
From trampling clowns, who heed not where they go
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
O beautiful, awful summer day,
What hast thou given, what taken away?
Life and death, and love and hate,
Homes made happy or desolate,
Hearts made sad or gay!
On the road of life one mile-stone more!
In the book of life one leaf turned o’er!
Like a red seal is the setting sun
On the good and the evil men have done,–
Naught can to-day restore!
Fall, Leaves, Fall
By Emily Bronte
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold,
And trains us on to slight the new, as if it were the old:
But blest is he, who, playing deep, yet haply asks not why,
Too busied with the crowded hour to fear to live or die