* ** * * Hi there, Motoaki; * * .. Appreciate your kind compliment of my writing style and thank you for sending along your delightful pictures that are located close by your home vicinity, Motoaki. * * .. Indeed, Motoaki, one of your sent photos that embrace the striking picture of the forested cascading shimmering waterfalls. Truly, reminds me of those memorable times that I conveniently visited by my vehicle about a half-an-hour drive to the close by Hamilton, Ontario region. That has a similar series of forested waterfalls, located there in magnificent natural park settings. * .. Thankfully, they are protected from any type of commercial developments to spoil its natural beauty. * .. Here when finally arriving, you will
Attributing the fall of the Roman Republic to a single factor oversimplifies the complex web of interrelated issues that led to its decline. However, if one were to highlight a particularly significant issue that contributed heavily to the fall, it might be the erosion of republican norms and the concentration of power in the hands of a few individuals. The traditional Roman Republican system was based on a delicate balance of powers among various political institutions, including the Senate, the assemblies, and the magistrates, with a strong emphasis on shared power, term limits, and checks and balances to prevent any single individual from gaining too much control. Over time, however, this balance was undermined.
We had a great time in your company last night and thank you for sharing your first hand account of your Alaskan trip with videos and pictures. And, as always, the dinner was excellent. Also, our thanks for the special gifts that came from Alaska.
Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs
Although this was a short session, it's one that was truly memorable for this baby photographer. This adorable little man with the strong unique name and gorgeous hair was such a delight to photograph. I was honored that mom chose to travel to have me take pictures of her little
There are preservation areas where tourist and people are not allowed to go. This is so the coral can grow again without human intervention.
Thirty years after the defeat of the Galactic Empire, the galaxy faces a new threat from the evil Kylo Ren and the First Order. When a defector named Finn crash-lands on a desert planet, he meets Rey. Rey finds a droid, BB-8, who contains a top-secret map to Luke Skywalker who mysteriously disappeared. Together, the young duo joins forces with Han Solo to make sure the Resistance receives the intelligence concerning the whereabouts of Luke Skywalker, the last of the Jedi Knights.
Throughout history propaganda has been a way for sinful leaders to manipulate their citizens. In George Orwell's novel Animal Farm, an allegory based on events that took place during the Russian Revolution pigs overrule the farm. In the novel the animals take over Manor Farm from their past leader and establishes a new community. Napoleon, the leader of the farm, and Squealer the mastermind behind persuading the animals, manipulate the animals into trusting their leader completely. Napoleon and Squealer effectively use propaganda to achieve domination on Animal Farm.
As to you, you move me very much. It's fun to receive your letter, and I will be glad to continue to hear from you.
Finally, as I neared the center of the woods I noticed something. Just a few hundred feet before me was a waterfall stood among the thicket of trees and brush, nothing in comparison to niagara falls, but a waterfall none the less whose waters would eventually seep into the soft soil and help to fill one of two lakes at the center of Breakheart Reservation. Its waters were perfectly clean and pure. Wet from the small cascade of water, rocks shined in the minute amount of sun that was able to peek through the canopy above. Now this waterfall was, in most senses, relatively unimpressive. It was only about a measly six or seven feet tall and had only a small stream of water roughly falling down its side, but these characteristics were not what was amazing about the miniature falls. Walking through the woods, the thing that impressed me the most about this waterfall was that I have lived in Wakefield all of my life before this moment never noticed this little waterfall. Whenever I am in these woods I only ever focused on the negatives, the trash that is littered among , the forgotten merchandise that after years of rainfall and decay were now a haphazard tapestry of holes, and was thus blind to the beautiful things in those
I say just to annoy him he wakes up and throws a pillow at my face I do it again just to see what happens he yells you'll be sorry. I don't care I have my shower five minutes later i'm ready to go.
Among words on paper, one hardly finds oneself to question their particular style or preferences in writing. I as a writer can tell you how the basis of my “madness” works, but who are we joking, that would just be utterly extensive and boring. Within the different types of genres one person can write about, I find persuasive, argumentative, and research/informational writings to be the most appealing. I tend to be a very opinionative person, meaning that if I hear any of some sort of injustice or intriguing thought said, don’t think twice of hearing my stance on that topic. Therefore, especially with persuasive essays, I will always find my pen promptly trying to catch up, while my thoughts keep rushing in, in order to get on paper. It’s a formative writing piece, that I can easily state my claim and through using accurate information, will no longer be an assignment, more or less it will turn into a conversation between my writing and my thoughts. Nevertheless, when it comes to
Lodgments (noun): a place of rest or deposit (Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary) “He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet, and then looked up through thick spectacles” (1).
Sitting in the shower, face buried in my hands. My mind racing between repetitions of the filthy names I heard her call again and again, to my own filthy thoughts and names I can’t help but declare myself and back to the present. My stomach churned like a storm, I wanted to cry but I had no tears left to shed. I could only sob and heave and hope maybe some sign of life would occur. Huddled in fetal position beneath the steady flow of the shower head, I freed one arm and grabbed the razor I must always keep ready. Drawing it harshly against my skin I was relieved as red rivers of life flowed down my leg and onto the shower floor. Physically alive. Mentally distraught. But all I can do is repeat. Everyone says my mother’s words are just punishment, it’s her right, and I should get over it. So I did. This is the only way for many people like me. Fight, hurt, go numb, wonder if you are alive, check and repeat.
With the vast possibilities of imagination, nonfiction descriptive writing has become very instrumental in allowing readers the opportunity to live experiences led by various authors in the field. As a result, most readers envision writers as artists expressing their paintings in writing, using a pen as the brush and a paper as the canvas. Using this analogy, readers expect to enjoy the meaning of the story through the content, experience some sense of verisimilitude through the style, and perceive the attention to detail through the grammar. With these key concepts in mind, one looks to examine two nonfiction descriptive writings by two different authors on two different subjects and try to determine how these various central concepts make each story truly exceptional. For this analysis, one examines E.B. White’s Once More to the Lake and Langston Hughes’ Salvation.
Their plane ride had lasted eight hours. For it being many of their first times on the plane, the ride had gone very smooth; they had no turbulence and had a smooth landing. Their week long stay in Europe was filled with many different activities and very crowded places. Their first few days were going to be spent in France, and the rest of the trip was going to be spent in London. As members of a large group from their school, Callie and Jessica were excited to be on this trip together.