Emotional Typography Essay

Plus California has memorable places where we can visit, take pictures, and experience. Since I am a nature loving person, I enjoyed going to places that are natural and far more like Yosemite National Park. And I realizes there are also changes in that area. This is why I’m currently majoring in Evolutionary Biology and Ecology so I can earn my chance to visit new places where I wished to go in the future as I have a great career in life and share it with my family and friends. Also, I’m enjoying taking photos based on nature everywhere I go alone, with friends and family. There was one time was made a bike trip from UC Merced Campus to the Universal Service Recycling Merced all alone, it was a twenty miles trip. I literally rode straight on Lake and this is the place where I admired, so I took most my snapshots. So far I have taken photos of the Snowy Sierra Mountain, a campus that was a distance, and a snapshot of beautiful farmland area. And then when I went back to campus, I show to most of my friends and they are really interested and know how I’m really into nature and traveling. I found that was one of my memorable time that I did when I actually came to Merced. I felt Merced is a lot different than when I used to live before which is the Bay Area. Therefore California obtains its many distinctions of the great areas

The first time I every experience the Wildcat Hills was during a difficult time in my life. My parents were going through a custody battle over my siblings and me. They were also both in the process of being remarried. So, when my step father brought us to the Wildcats to explore for the first time I realized how amazing our earth can be. Here in the county known for the Scotts Bluff National Monument, sits over 1,000 acres of land. It wasn’t just the sight at the top of the escarpment that took my breath away. It was the fact that whether you were at the bottom of the hills or the top, when the wind blew that’s all you can hear. It isn’t overwhelming, it is

Little lights shine their way down the rugged winding path. Foot steps trudge in front and behind staying close together. Dodging thorns and burs left and right. Ouch!—Every time. Quiet laughs fill the silence as we continue on. Our trek takes us up a slippery slope and through a cow pasture and under a barbed wire fence and down a long tractor path all with the weight of our bags and rifles. Finally, we make it to where we head separate ways. As goodbyes and good lucks are exchanged, nerves set in. I brush them off as I head to my sixteen feet high tower hidden among the trees. I can’t see it in the darkness, but I know the location by memory. Soon, light catches orange tape constricted around cold steel—Found it. But I still have to climb all sixteen feet. I attach my lifeline to the stand as I

Driving down the Franconia Notch Parkway, the mountain walls rise up around me and consume me. On one side, the guardrail separates me from the cars speeding past in the opposite direction. On the other side, nothing is separating me from the slopes. My eyes slowly follow the smooth curvature of the faces of the mountains. Wind, rain, snow, and ice have shaped the rock in such a way that the rock looks like silk sheets. As my eyes take in more, they come across the sharp jagged edges and ridges where rocks have recently fallen and taken parts of the mountain as their casualties. The sun peeks from behind the summit and causes the great mountains to cast shadows on their smaller counterparts. Crimson, goldenrod, bronze, and saffron leaves dance across the air as the cool gusts of wind blow them along. Soon the trees will become bare and blend with the barren slopes above the treeline, but for now the contrast between the two is unmistakably noticeable.

Four days and 1,304 miles can be the experience of a lifetime. Driving through California, up to the forest was breathtaking. I saw trees mix together until massive trees towered over us. Although the trees are tall and straight, they have knots and grooves in the bark. Some of the trees have rough char marks from past fires. The gigantic trees are thick around the base and rise like skyscrapers; the canopy blocking out the sun. The forest air has a sense of damp earth and nature with cool mist everywhere; the surroundings are calm and relaxing.

My 2018 Spring Break was better than usual and began with a great start. For this Spring Break, I went on a Road Trip to visit different college campuses on the northern side of California, a place I had never been to. I went with my program called, LACC Upward Bound that included 34 other students. I did not attend this trip alone and this was great because my friends got to come along on this great experience with me. Arriving to Northern California took about 4- 5 hours and during this drive I took this picture. It is so different from Los Angeles, everything is much greener, beautiful and natural. Our first location was Santa Cruz and the college we visited was UC Santa Cruz. On our way there, I saw many animals like cows, horses, sheeps,

Even though I was born in London, grew up in New York and live in a large cosmopolitan city with year-round beach access, I do miss the mountains. My exposure to the works of John McPhee, Edward Abby and Wallace Stegner, compelled me to move beyond the 100th meridian, which is where I intend to remain for the indefinite future. I feel as though my better self inhabits the wide-open spaces of the American West from slick-rock canyons to glaciers. The terrain often beacons, which is one of the reasons why I’m contacting

Reese Wells and his two friends, Brad and Tyler, took an adventure of a lifetime at Zion National Park and Angels Landing in Utah by hiking in the dangerous mountains to fulfill the empty gap in their friendship, making them closer than ever. Reese and his friends were joined by thousands of visitors and tourist on their hike. The hike of the peak was two and half miles and 1400 feet of elevation gain. After they woke up early they were fighting headwinds at the steep edges of the Zion monoliths. The author described the Zion monoliths as purple and blue sky gazes its pale dawn from behind the mountains. The three soon found themselves Walter’s wiggles, leading the to Scout's Landing. Despite the beautiful sight, the hike was still very dangerous.

Rolling hills, worn down shacks with baron farmland, signs saying “conserve your water, California.” As the grateful dead is jamming in the background, four of my best friends and I approach the Bay Area. I had always wanted to visit San Francisco, for the history and the culture, however, our stop here was for a mission. We were looking for Psilocybin Mushrooms so that we could trip while camping in the Redwood Forest.

So we packed our bags and embarked on an unforgettable road trip. The first leg of this journey was through familiar California towns, palms trees and windmills. But once we entered Arizona, the landscape started to change into stark rock formations and rare lonely bushes here and there. And to complete our desert experience, we encountered a ferocious sand storm.

The sunlight tinting the clouds with pink and golden hues reminding me of a Maxwell Parish painting I had once owned. There was a heavy fog and mist coming in off the Pacific Ocean into the San Francisco Bay I noticed that the fog clung to the bottom of the Golden Gate Bridge. Sounds of gulls screeching and fog horns moaning, issuing warning of possible danger are coming in off the bay overwhelmed my senses. I did not take the time to breath in this wondrous moment as I should have. It is only now though this reflection that I appreciate the beauty. I had a goal, a destination. I was a force of nature not to be deterred. So onward north I traveled passing monumental sites with a lackadaisical attitude. Not understanding that I needed to breath in, slowdown and enjoy the singular experience of the once in lifetime moments that were flying past me as I raced down the

We arrived at the crest. The snow kept falling and stopping. It was beautiful when it accreted on the cedar trees.(6:58 a.m.) / I could see mountains in a haze far away.(8:45 a.m.) / We espied brooks and the other place while declining the mountainside.I wondered if the small stream, which became narrow because of snow cover would become wider than it was now.(11:14 a.m.) / The weather got worse and the winds blew strongly. We finished today by wondering around many spots to find out any location

In the main weeks of summer get-away, my neighborhood companions and I would arrange a considerable measure of bike journeys around the town we lived in. We would attempt to see as quite a bit of southern California as we could before the sweltering days of July and August were upon us. On one of our initial outings we chose to travel west on Valley Blvd., which was one of the fundamental streets through town (and the street that I lived on). We advanced toward the tremendous Valley Strip mall, which was home to an expansive grocery store, a few littler retail establishments, a medication store, two shoe stores and my untouched most loved toy store.

Basically, Chapter two has described the movement and texture in dept. So, I found this new word called “engulfed” by their senses in documentation and display (Pelo, 2007, p.24). I choose this word because its something new I came across and would curiously want to know how it gives meaning to arts in children’s lives. Children’s five senses are enabling them to experience art in different varieties and embrace their creativity especially in art lesson in kindergartens or schools.

The plane landed on the tarmac and jolted Carolyn awake. Hot and sweaty, she rubbed the crick in her neck. Then she lifted the shade to the noon sun blasting Albuquerque. Against the New Mexico horizon, the Cristo de Sangre Mountains formed a blue ridge. Mountains. Her stomach took a sickening dive. Heights bothered her so she’d had the shade down the entire trip. Now she was back on solid ground. She couldn’t wait to see her grandmother.