Fishing, Celebes Sea, By The Sea

Soft moonlight lit the land and sea kindly, almost as if it were giving gentle kisses. It kissed the sea and the waves it formed, it kissed the drowsy ship which laid on said water, it kissed the sand the waves lapped at, it kissed the grassy cliff above the shore, and it kissed the girl who slept on said cliff.

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It swirled against the log spiles of the bridge. Nick looked down into the clear, brown water, colored from the pebbly bottom and watched the trout keeping themselves steady in the current with wavering fins. As he watched them they changed their position by quick angles, only to hold steady in the fast water again. (Hemingway 177)

The excitement begins to rise as the first cast draws nearer. The motor is prepared for take-off and the key is placed in the ignition. The engine turns over and the huge motor roars. The sleek boat accelerates rapidly and speeds toward the first fishing spot of the day. In a matter of minutes, the powerful boat glides into the fishing spot. The anticipation of catching a fish becomes almost unbearable. The fishing poles are grabbed quickly out of the rod lockers, and lures are tied onto the end of the fishing line. Moments later, the sound of a lure splashing into the water can be heard from the boat. The real adventure has just begun.

As gulls fly overhead, he turns to watch the fishermen join in the brotherhood of nets, oars, and sails. One of the fishermen lifts his anchor off the boat’s floor. Swinging it, his hands become dark shadows over the water.

To begin to understand the significance behind a painting, one must begin by examining the colors used by the artist in the painting. The first thing that really jumps off the canvas is the fact that there is an obvious equilibrium in the balance of colors used throughout the painting. The farther your eyes go from the lightened focal point in the painting, the darker the setting turns. Dark colors of blue and purple that make up the night sky and rock formations that are in the background are met by various shades of green to complete an exotic dark triad. This dark triad is then brightened by a few lighter accents, that give the overall feel of the painting a ghost-like quality. The color of the skin on the characters is a very pale grey, that just adds onto the ghostly feel. There is a blotch of red near the brightened moon that helps lighten up the clear sea. With the ghostly feel of the painting, it is obvious that the darker shades are used to signify the evils and unwanted aspects

Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The light breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.

A summer breeze blew through the grass that rest atop the ragged cliff sides that overlooked the beach below. The light from the sun reflected off of the calm ocean waters, creating the illusion of a peaceful paradise. The sound of the gentle waves that crashed against the shore and the periodic warble of the bluwae birds formed a pleasant ambiance. Those who inhabited the nearby Rymird Grasslands knew that their ocean was violent with massive waves and dark cloudy skies.

Gods beauty and creativity is to be seen throughout the whole world. He created the oceans, He knows how much grain of sand is on the beach, and painted the breath taking sunsets that we enjoy. As I walk outside of my home in Tennessee, I am reminded of his presence as I hear the birds chirping on my wifes hibisucs tree. Just taking a glimpse of the mountains and seeing all that God has breathed into existance has me standing in awe. God has given us this life to enjoy, and ocassionally the busyness of life yields our eyes away from his beauty and creation. While reading Witmans poem I reminisced on the places and countries that I have been aquainted with. The vibrant green grass and the enormous tree which provides us with shade during the

Although the scene is black and white, the various hues of the ocean water can be seen with such clarity. The whitewater, filled with turbulent air, sitting atop the large crashing wave shines brightly and glimmers in the abundant sunlight. The skin on youth’s back is golden and warm, as if it has been kissed by the sun on countless days similar to the one in the scene.

In The Compleat Angler Walton addresses the specialty of developing handle, the art of essential oceanic science, and the rationality of recreational fishers. In light of a lifetime of perceptions, Walton's book depicts the craftsmanship included in making fishing supplies handle and contemplates the systems fishermen must use to catch amusement fish. Walton additionally gives point by point records of bolstering propensities and life cycles of distinctive species. He trusted that the genuine fisher is one who angles for the love of sporting so as to angle and that getting fish means is far better than different systems for

Those who are young with energy and risk takers, revel in a hearty chase. This so happens to occur in human nature, something unreachable seemingly captivate our attention, and in turn shadows us even more to grab at it. I know what we saw in each other in those numbered days. A sudden exhilaration for the opposite, with each passing day, we grew more intrigued by each other's mere presence and actions. Fishing was a trigger of our emotions, a connection surpassing physical attention, or mental attention. It was a unification of two souls borne from one

Beauty. Every person has a different standard of it. The hill country is my place of beauty and peace. Green trees and grass. Flowers blooming and butterflies everywhere. Birds singing their melodies and deer roaming peacefully. The sparkling sun causing everything around us to sparkle. Lampasas, Texas is a little town many people know nothing of. However, it’s the closest place to Heaven on this earth. My family is from there. My great-grandma has a house on the outside of Lampasas. The beauty of that land is surreal. It is the perfect picture of the country that is blessed with a little country home, many acres, cows, a creek filled to the brim and flowing ever so peacefully, the crickets chirping, and every now and then a car may pass

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.