Negaunee's Narrative Of The Motor-Road

In the novel Bless Me, Ultima, by Rudolfo Anaya, the bridge is the structure that connects Antonio’s house to the rest of the town, symbolizing the road that connects safety and danger. One way the bridge is shown as a connection between the safety of Antonio’s home and danger of town is when Lupito is murdered, as shown when Anaya writes, “Many shots found their mark. I saw Lupito lifted off his feet and hurled backward by the bullets. But he got up and ran limping and crying towards the bank where I lay.” (24) This quote shows how once Antonio passes or is on the bridge, the safety of home will not protect him anymore. In the novel the bridge is a structure going over the river that connects Antonio’s house to the rest of the town, this

I’ve always felt a strange connection to the stars, one that I have never fully understood. I used to believe that it was simply the night itself that appealed to me. There is something so incredibly compelling about it. It’s not the silence, necessarily, but the way that every breath is amplified; it’s not so much the darkness, but the way that the stars light it up. There is an unparalleled magic to them, to the way that they swirl and writhe and explode of their own accord. Although the moon will orbit for eternity and the stars will eventually fade into submission, it is the latter that I admire the most. I would rather die at the hands of my own power and light than live infinitely off of the nectar of somebody else’s.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them. Under these stars and sky I used to hear stories, but now it seemed as if it was the sky that was telling us a story as its stars fell, violently colliding with each other. The moon hid behind clouds to avoid seeing what was happening” (Beah 80).

Introduction: Gibbs Bridge is nothing more than a small, slightly spooky bridge in the middle of nowhere. Yet stories are spread stating that it is haunted. Stories about Gibbs Bridge have been making their way around the city of Sylvania for years, being passed down as a local legend of sorts. At first glance, this small bridge may seem inconspicuous but with some digging, it is revealed that this bridge has many stories attached to it. The bridge itself was built in 1923, and is located on Gibbs Road in Sylvania, Ohio not too far from the Michigan border.

In the poem “Of the Threads That Connect the Stars” by Martin Espada, a father and his son are looking up at the night sky, stargazing. Having a father and son moment both go into a conversation, the father asks his son “Did you ever see stars” (1). The poem goes through three generations, the speaker and his father, then the speaker and his son. The father was a former boxer and that was his own understanding of stars, then he had a son (the speaker) that had a rough upbringing, he never got an opportunity to witness "the stars" or “galaxies”, but once he (the speaker) had a son he seen real stars, the planets etc.

“Night. No one prayed, so that the night would pass quickly. The stars were only sparks of fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes” ( Wiesel 18).

In Vincent van Gogh’s renowned painting, The Starry Night, the vast night sky dominates the background space of the painting. The brightness of the eleven stars, with their yellow celestial glow illuminate the night, blanketing the sleepy, rural village below. Far from the glaring lights of the urban landscape, the pureness of the stars’ radiance floats effortlessly above, lulling the people of the quaint village to sleep. Hovering in the upper right hand corner is a brilliant orange crescent moon, which contributes to the warm mood and aesthetic value of the piece. Mountains, rolling hills and wheat fields surround the cottages as though nature itself is getting a sleepy respite from a long day, much like the townspeople. Toward the forefront of the painting are

The metaphor of the bridge described the author’s parents’ marriage. Her northern mother and her southern father were so different, that this was was the cause of their rift, and as time passed they began to fill the gap with a bridge. The bridge connecting the two was Arana Marie . The author writes “ hoping against hope, throwing a frail span over the divide, trying to bolt beams into sand...There is a fundamental rift between North and South America, a flaw so deep it is

Emerson's gazing at stars is an example of nightly rediscovering the eternal — making each experience new and continues the theme of progress from the

At the tender age of two I moved from a development in the town of Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania to the vast stretches of farmland that make up the area between Mechanicsburg and the neighboring town of Dillsburg. It was not a big move distance-wise, but it would forever change my life. If I would have stayed where I was I would have went to a different high school, had a different set of friends, and who knows where I would be today. While I did not know it at the time, (I was only two, cut me some slack.) my family and I moved within earshot of one of the most prestigious dirt tracks in the country. Each and every Friday night from early spring to late autumn thousands of people congregate at this track surrounded

A star’s purpose is to illuminate the sky’s darkness as it serves to be the guide when

When I was little, one of my fondest memories was during Christmas while living out in the desert. My parents, unable to purchase presents due to a lack of money this time of year, or most times of the year, settled for something different. Dad took us kids out into the desert one by one and told each of us to pick out a star in the night sky; we could pick out any star we wanted. I remember staring up at the night sky and being totally astonished seeing all of the twinkling stars and lights and then my father crouched down next to me: “Rich city folks, he’d say, lived in fancy apartments, but their air was so polluted they couldn’t even see the stars. We’d have to be out of our minds to want to trade places with

This quote depicts the moment of when everything that the bridge held dear became undone. The bridge is seeing her worst fears realized showing how everything came to a horrible end. She is unable to withstand the pressure of the pressures of the relationship. The rocks that she would look at when she was at the height of her loneliness and would once offer her a sense of solace were the source of her undoing. This goes to the beginning of the short story when she starts telling us that she is a bridge that has never once been traveled. The moment she does have a traveler attempt to cross her planks, the bridge could not withstand the

The bridge has a very well designed ‘sustainability’ concept, relying on upcycled materials to complete the bridge. These upcycled materials consist of the wood, the fishing net, the oil barrels and the plastic shielding for the barrels. These materials can be used for functional roles in the design, such as platforms, floatation, safety lines across hand rails, and so on. The bridge’s sustainability concept can be further supported by the ease of replacing materials, and not throwing them in the bin. The materials such as wood, plastic and pieces of metallic bolts and nuts can be recycled and reused for other purposed such as furniture, storage or completely recycled back into a molten form for the metallic objects.

The sky is black. The moon is nowhere in sight. I’ve been seating in this car for hours. I can hear the sound of the wheels on the pavement, going over small rocks every few minutes. My phone does not have signal, so there’s pretty much nothing to do. I rest my head on the window, and am taken aback. In the night sky, a sea of stars light it up. They’re so big. So many. I’ve never seen so many in