I used to love summers-really, I did. Once upon a time, there was no greater joy to me than stepping outside and being surrounded by the humid air, soaking in the sunshine, but one can easily overdo it. This ‘heat spell’, which has actually been our climate for over two years now, is overdoing it. Riding my bike with the sun directly overhead is overdoing it. My hands have become slick, my hair wet, and I’m still in view of my house. Riding a bike used to be gliding across the land, the cool winds whipping through my hair; now, I am struggling over rough, uneven ground, and the thick, heavy air makes me feel like I’m riding through honey. Glancing at the camera mounted on my handlebars, I mutter, “Sorry viewers, no footage of the journey …show more content…
No, you idiot, they’re always five hours apart on Fridays. You know as well as anyone else how much they love their routines. It doesn’t matter how much they try and make it a surprise, they’re all too afraid of change and chaos to really do anything about it. I try to shake the thought from my head, focusing all of my energy into pedaling. The blotches have taken form and I replace my nerves with glee. I managed to do it; I snuck out of the city and made it to the abandoned town. All I have to do now is get some exploration footage and I’ll have the best video of at least the next three months. I am so not a one-hit wonder. My fans love me and my videos, and they’ll love me even more after this. Arriving next to a building with chunks crumbling from the wall, I set my bike on its side and pull the camera off, sliding the switch to the ON position and waiting for the familiar red light to blink at me. “Hey viewers,” I say, pressing a smile onto my face. “So, today we are here, well, I’m not exactly sure where ‘here’ is, but it’s one of the abandoned cities. I am so excited to show you around!” “I think this used to be some kind of shop.” Pointing the camera into a shadowed building, I capture silver racks with a few lonely articles of clothing hanging off them, and many lumps of fabric sitting on the glass-littered floor. Picking my way across the room, I find a table with a few sad, moth-eaten hats still
Our story begins in 1994 in the backdrop of Los Angeles, here there is depressing and diminishing place called the Crenshaw district . In the prologue
All my life, I have been a part of this mendacious city but now I want to be taken apart from this living tragedy. I look across the bridge for one final time, out at the vast landscape of a constructed city, a constructed reality… And for the first time from all the manipulation of light, I finally saw the delicate shades of truthfulness upon the line that separated the skies and oceans beyond the manipulated
While much of the neighborhood appears on-screen in the beginning of the shot, one important thing is notably off-screen the whole time: The view from which the camera pivots. Behind the camera was the apartment of L.B. Jeffries, and the camera pans to the left, inside his window, to finish with a brief tour around his living room that teaches us his most important character traits. We see first, in an extreme close-up of a cast, that Jeffries has a broken leg. And then the camera pans left and we see why: A broken camera appears on screen, and a rack focus shift to the background shows a photograph of an automobile accident with a tire flying straight at the camera. Then several other framed photographs of exciting events appear on the screen, telling us Jeffries is a photographer who craves adventure and excitement.
“Vasquez, thirty miles!” I yelled as I passed the counter’s desk. My legs are on fire, my heart is pounding, and my shirt is drenched in sweat. The sun is beaming, the temperature has reached 95⁰F and I’ve been riding my bike non-stop for three hours earning twenty dollars an hour. I would always find myself in this scenario every September when I attended High School, this was the Saint Jude Bike-a-thon.
“Let me see if we still have it.” Her stomach muscles tightened even as the inventory screen opened. She hated this part of her job. Seller’s remorse. Certain heirlooms were too precious to part with, and now and then, the previous owner realized it too late.
In this short artifact “A Tale of Two Summers for Parents” by Belinda Luscombe I was able to get an idea of the different things that parents might be going through that us kids/teens have no idea about. Luscombe shares two stories about the struggles that parents were going through especially during the summer. The summer as we know is the hottest time of the year. For some states summer might just be different but I am aware that climate can be a challenge for some families. Having to change schedules and making sure to know where your children will be spending the day or after school may be your priority and I agree with that. Now a days I see kids walking home when the day is just simply hot. You can’t even go with your car window down because the warmth of the hot air hits you and it makes you so tired and stresses you out so much. No matter how much you try to be fresh the heat just really gets you making you upset and not thinking straight.
Second, in summer our body system gets easily tired and we tend to lose a lot of energy. In addition, normally the human body works hard to maintain a consistent internal temperature. but when people exposed to direct heat while spending time in the sun. all this extra physiological effort can make people feel tired or sleepy. moreover, less clothing means more exposed skin. The hot weather actually slows a human body very down. the hotter it is; the more energy they need to keep themselves cool. People dress very relax in summer and it is important to apply a sports sunscreen about 30 minutes before a person
I saw a broken glass, aluminum framed door lying in front of the doorway to the foyer. The black ATM machine lying was on its side in the doorway. A broken pull cable was lying in a parking spot in front of the door. I began photographing the scene. I took photographs of the door and ATM and foyer and outside photos of the bank.
The summer is an exciting time of year. For months people have been stuck inside their homes, so when the weather really warms up, the last thing they want to do is sit inside. Although many people look forward to the nice, sunny days that summer brings, the heat can often be the one downfall. Sure, can dress accordingly, opting for short, tanks tops, sandals and other summer wear, but when it comes to wearing certain clothes, alterations may be necessary if you want to keep cool.
That's when summer really flexes its muscles: It brings back string bikinis, or makes the air conditioning in your office way too cold, or hikes the price of an iced latte to four bucks.
" At the end they find out the truth about their city from a video that was hidden
The hours at the disposal center have been getting pretty long.” I say, showing only a slight hint of bitterness in my remark. All the eyes look away. So far, I have been the only one to leave second school early. My job position is one of the most difficult and painful, and I am not that proud of it. It seems to be an uncomfortable subject, and Xander is the first to change subjects, agreeing that we should all go to the showing. We get there, only a few minutes before the show starts, and we talk amongst ourselves until the lights dim. We are enveloped in darkness for a few seconds, then the screen brightens, showing something I had never seen before. I was flying! Lush green fields whooshed by, followed by sparkling waves, and high up snow-topped mountains. I soared through city after city, gazing at street lights and people waving. It all looked so happy, so real. I let my wall down, smiling in awe at the beautiful wonders of this world. After that, it was smooth sailing. The narrator talked about the history of the Society, how it came to be, the provinces, and so on. I was fine until the end. What happened before the Society. The tone of the showing changed into a darker feel. Empty shadowy streets. Small, dilapidated houses near crumbling. A rugged actor runs across the dangerous road, and a fighter plane shoots him, blood pooling underneath his lifeless body. As his eyes dull, I think of my family. Dead. Silently,
Summer is a wonderful season that seems to go by way too fast. Riding you bike on the boardwalk, going for a swim; there are so many outside activities to help you stay fit. Besides the sun's harmful rays, the muggy heat can be a downside to long summer days. It is important to be cautious during the heat. People can suffer heat stroke and dehydration, among other illnesses from the heat. Working out in extreme heat also causes inhibited performance so it is important to stay hydrated. Here are 5 tips to stay cool while exercising in the heat.
“Thanks! Michael and I like antiques as you have probably guessed.” Lena replied in reference to the few pieces that she had bought to augment the furniture Lena had kept from her family’s three-room apartment, combined with Michael’s pieces from his soon to be former apartment. Jo-Ann nodded. Clearly, she had not come over to discuss furnishings. She walked over to a small kitchen table and sat down, drumming her fingers on the Formica top.
I button up my new coat and head downstairs. As fate would have it, a taxi is awaiting me in the alleyway. "Where to", he asks in broken english. I realize that I had not acquired any address. "Do you know of a place called Art Bar", I ask, and he gives me a rather coy smile and begins to drive, as though he had ventured there a thousand times before. We drive some distance. The phosphorus glow of the city becomes smaller and smaller until we drive in darkness. With some hesitation I ask if we are still in the city, and he mutters something unintelligible, which does little to placate my growing concerns.