Main Street Observation

“The gentle green hills which on either hand enclosed the village, tufted here and there with magnificent trees, the village itself, straggling and wide, each cottage being far apart from its neighbors and each ornamented with flower beds and shrubberies; these with a lovely stream which would through the valley, formed, as far as my memory may be trusted, one of the most exquisite panoramas, on which it has ever been my good fortune to

Deep in the Alps lies a small town called Clay. The sun was rising over a frosty blue mountain, and drops of dew dripped down from the leaves in the valley. Arthur awoke to find his bedroom filled with light. He went downstairs and drank a glass of water, not hungry enough for food. Arthur went outside into the chilly morning and started walking down the road. The road was lined with hundreds of huge alpine trees. A large flock of birds flew over Arthur’s head in the sky.

“On the outskirts of town, within the verge of the peninsula, but not in close vicinity to any other habitation, there was a small thatched cottage. It had been built by an earlier settler, and abandoned because the soil about it was too sterile for cultivation, while its comparative remoteness put it out of the sphere of that social activity which already marked the habits of the emigrants. It stood on the shore, looking across a basin of the sea at the forest-covered hills toward the west.”

Jonas pushed the bars with all his strength. Locked. "Please," He called into the darkness. "Is anyone there? Please, I need help!" Past the gate there lay a community that, at first glance, seemed not unlike Jonas' old home. Except, it wasn't very much like Jonas' community at all. The houses weren't all the same, and the colors- he had never seen so many house colors! The streets twisted and turned, and all the bumps and hills made them seem as if they went on forever. Jonas now saw the snow differently. Now it wasn't just a burden that slowed him down; it was beautiful! A thin, shimmery white sheet covered everything, and-

This story begins to drive the sense of emotion with the very surroundings in which it takes place. The author starts the story by setting the scene with describing an apartment as poor, urban, and gloomy. With that description alone, readers can begin to feel pity for the family’s misfortune. After the apartments sad portrayal is displayed, the author intrigues the reader even further by explaining the family’s living arrangements. For example, the author states “It was their third apartment since the start of the war; they had

On Thursday, July 24, 2015 approximately 0355 hours, I was dispatched to the intersection of Oakland Avenue and Okelly Street for a welfare check. Conyers Dispatch stated a driver, Tara Norton, who was passing by, noticed a vehicle in the ditch.

Already in the beginning, miles of farmland wedge between John and Ann as he ventures off to “help [his father] with his chores, while “mak[ing] sure he’s all right in case [they] do have a storm.” Without her husband for company, she spends the day alone at home, painting, “brooding” and witnessing the intensity of the storm grow vicious. As “the double wheel around the moon” foreshadowed, the storm tested the “elements of human meaning and survival,” forcing the wise to stay indoors away from its “sharp, savage blows.” Also, the desolate prairies, themselves, add to the tense, stultifying aura of solidarity. While the landscape lay bleak and uninviting, how even “the distant farmsteads [Ann] could see served only to intensify a sense of isolation” appears clear. Not only “miles deep between her now and John,” Ann faces a natural barrier between the neighbouring homesteads as the “long white miles of prairie landscape” conceived a “region strangely alien to life.” In essence, the physical barriers, from the “sudden, maniac raging of the storm” to the vast stretches of farmland, allows loneliness and the “ever-lurking silence” to creep into the characters’ hearts until suffering takes control of their

As my breath fills the open-air with a cool and foggy mist, I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't gone on this trip. As I look down all I see is clothes covered in dirt and I wonder when the last time That Susan had got a chance to wash This Set of clothes when I look around i see some familiar faces and some I can't make out. These mountains have taken us days to climb. Most say that we are almost to the top but I fear that we still have very far to go. A fresh layer of snow lays atop the wagons, Susan is laying down bundled in a thin blanket inside the wagon, Father is getting old, And i'm starting to think that he might not ever see california. If he doesn't make it it would be just me and Susan, I don't think that i'll have time

The novel Ethan Frome uses its rural New England setting to showcase picturesque trees and normal farm-life in fictional Starkfield, Massachusetts. These trees and small farm town life can also be seen as barren and desolate due to the feelings of protagonist Ethan Frome within his marriage to Zenobia “Zeena” Frome. Edith Wharton uses setting to reveal and reinforce characterization by having multiple emotions play a key role in the novel.

Analysis The author paints a picture in the readers’ mind of a nice and beautiful day in the village. Seeing this beautiful setting might cause to reader to expect happy and exciting events to follow.

On the above date I responded to 6015 Bandura Avenue (the City Well-Field), reference a criminal mischief.

Fifty years after the American Revolution, Germantown fills with joy as a gallant French figure approaches town on a stallion via the main road. The sun shines on a spring day while the men abandon the fields, blacksmiths shops and stores. Women sift through chests to find their most glamorous farm dress, ignoring laundry, soiled diapers and

On 3-28-16, at approximately 0156 hours, deputies responded to the intersection of Valley Diary Road and Second Street to investigate a report of suspicious circumstances. According to Santa Barbara Sheriff Dispatch, the reporting party stated an unknown amount of subjects were using a crowbar to destroy mailboxes.

Telluride is a small town located in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. While in Telluride you can walk the streets of this tiny town, you can eat at the many restaurants or shop at the many shops that populate the streets. In summer you can see the vibrant colors of the greenery. You can hear the roar of a waterfall and you can fell the cold water from that waterfall softly pelting your skin. In the night, eating dinner on a restaurant atop a mountain, you can see this little town nestled between on a flat place between mountains, and you can see how tiny it looks compared to its scenery. Then in the winter you can watch as the entire landscape turns white as cold snow blankets it. You can look upon one of the frozen waterfalls, you can see the skiers

The village has grown into a much bigger area. New houses occupy the places where the ones from his time stood. There is a new, fancy Yankee hotel in the spot where the Dutch Inn was located. Along with the town itself, all of the people have changed. They are no longer the calm townspeople