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26) In the Azuma House, he deals with the constraint space by opening up the courtyard to enable the dweller to look up in the sky and feel the wind blowing, stirring up emotions and purifying the spirit which allows residents to experience nature without the distractions of the city. The central section is completely roofless so the residents must carry umbrellas to move around the house on rainy days. This evoked controversy of convenience to the inhabitants, but he had explained why it is a burden worth bearing at the same time. The open courtyard is capable of becoming the most essential part of the house by introducing the everyday life and assimilating precious stimuli such as changes in nature and where seasonal changes can be directly experienced and perceived by the dwellers through the

The lights of the town were veiled in darkness, a mere inverted shadow amidst the gloom of the night. Distant thunderings, as those brought to mind with Dies Irae or the distant chattering of a great blaze could be heard, drawing nigh upon the trembling hands of the people frantically seeking a shade for the lights that would soon propagate should their brilliance stretch to the skies, but found difficulty locating even their hands at arm’s length, due to the cloud over the town, in the streets, as real and thick as the blanket of golden and crimson extending toward the town at a propeller’s rate, silencing the natural beauty of the countryside amid the sounds of death and destruction.

Interestingly enough, the decline of a major American suburban area went unnoticed for several years. Several economists realized that the failure could’ve been caused by the lack of actual “metropolitan-ness” in the area, meaning that the city wasn’t economically associated with the suburban towns that surround them.

Imagery: “It’s small and red with tight steps in the front and windows so small that you’d think they were holding their breath. Bricks crumbling in places, and the front door is so swollen you have to push hard to get in. There is no front yard just, only four elms the city planted by the curb. Out back is a small yard that looks smaller between the two buildings on either side” (Cisneros 4).

Moving closer to the sound, Richard's vision becomes clearer and clearer. He sees a strange animal, tall, standing on two feet with a long spinning blade. Richard keeps his distance as this takes his puny animal takes his claw and cuts down a massive

The wonderful blooms of the trees planted firmly, bring out the amazing blue of the sky. The old dock with mysteries that overlooks the cool water create a sense of wonder. The rustic old swing provides anyone who stumble across a feeling of comfort in the secluded forest. The tree with many years will continue to be there for anyone who has the opportunity to come across it. This sacred space gives someone a feeling of belonging as it comforts them and makes it feels safe with the vibrant colors displayed among the beauty. Among all, the components that create the glamorous attraction, make one feel welcome and create a longing to go back once again to savor the calming feelings created

Inside this gated community stunning landscaped courtyards create a backdrop for a serene environment. Spacious apartment homes feature tiled entryways, walk-in closets, fully equipped kitchens, and French doors that open to a large private patio or balcony.

The neglect of these areas is complicated and systematic. The further out you go in a city, the less modern and aesthetically pleasing the structures are.

Driving into downtown Tucson there is always traffic. Cars are either finding parking spots or just passing through to head to where they have to go. There are small stores that are smashed in between tall buildings. Some of them are empty. When you talk to your parents they talk about the time when downtown was full of life, almost the opposite now. Although it may have old buildings that were the highlight of our parent’s younger days, it is not the historic place you think about.

The City of Merced will never be pleasingly beautiful comparative in Santa Barbara. Merced's infrastructure is neglected, its financial state is depressed, and the facade of its Municipal are worn and in disrepair.

The Sets are very complex in the way they are split into two different levels; the skyline and the streets which are both like separate worlds. On the upper skyline level, the grand architectural level it has been dominated with fire, smoke and advertising. The sky is orange and black with the smoke and fire illuminating it, the range of colours isn't natural. Aztec temple like buildings are covered in huge TV screens displaying adverts. Humans are insignificant compared to this massive landscape; it is alienated and left on its own.

Revitalization efforts in downtown areas have gained momentum over the past few decades, this paper is focused on revitalization strategies, recognizing the process of decline, while identifying key strategies used in downtown revitalization efforts over the past fifty years (Faulk 2006). Downtowns, unlike suburban shopping malls or office complexes, evolved slowly over time, responding to changing technologies, social and economic patterns. A city’s identity relies heavily on the image of its downtown, so inevitably cities of all sizes commit themselves to achieving successful downtown redevelopment (Robertson 1995). As I have been reading literature on downtown revitalization a number of strategies and principles have surfaced. Many of

All surrounded by a huge wall made from concrete. These intense building make it easier to plan attacks on the erudite.There are swamps,abandoned amusement parks and a area for factionless or the povernless.

see walls once glorious in days past Now crumbling and breaking Once so majestic and beautiful Now covered in moss and vines Once manicured and cared after Till now it barely stands on its own So weak and fragile with eroding soil Nestled under a mountain covered with trees A place where ancient people used to live They lived, died, and were born there Under a plateau of land covered in grass A place where work could once be heard But now its silent and placid coming to nothing Plants, trees, and moss grow over a well worn path Where people and children walk and run

The Mexican tile roofs jump out at your eyes, until the gorgeous iron gates of other estates snatch your attention. I can at times be overwhelmed with the feast before my eyes. My favorite structure by far is the towering ruins of the old sugar plantation. The words ruins, sugar, and plantation alone are enough to conjure up the most fascinating stories within ones imagination. I can see the bones of an age past; still standing before me to mourn, and dream about. I live in a grouping of villas where a restaurant and pool facilities are being constructed. I smell fresh sawn mahogany as the carpenters make bars, counters, and doors. I hear stone masons chipping at tiles, and the scraping sounds as they pull out the mortar to lay them.