Photo Descriptive Essay

Reasons, why I have chosen this snapshot, is because I think this image contains something that makes a lasting impression on me. It has a lot of good things I can talk about this snapshot memory. Not just good memories but an image that will not be able to get deleted from my mind. People who are in this image are my family members. I say that out of all the other images I have this is one of the favorite ones I can actually say I have a lasting impression. This snapshot image is not really bright image picture because it was taken by the time when the sun was already going down. I have an amazing time that day we had a lot of fun with each other, family times are always great.

This photo journal assignment was very interesting and educational. It helped me look outside the box and to really relate geography to my everyday life. My first relatable topic that I came in contact with during this assignment was the process of evaporation. At Dry Creek park in Modesto, CA, I witnessed evaporation taking place in the creek. I have been going to this park for quite some time and in the summer, water levels decrease drastically. Evaporation is one of the four phases in the hydrologic cycle (water cycle). According to our Geosystems Eighth Edition book, Christopherson say, “Water travels endlessly through the hydrosphere, atmosphere, lithosphere and biosphere. [...] Currents of water, vapor, ice and energy are flowing

The whole weekend had been sunny. The day following our arrival, we played on the beach; the glaring sun beat down on us. I waded into the clear, harmonious water that lapped at my ankles steadily. Only the disruption of a passing boat or Jet Ski broke the steady, faithful surge and the calming sound of the waves gently kissing the shore. My family and I were staying at our friends’ house on Lake Roosevelt. The lake was gorgeous; the clear, light water transformed into a deep, rich blue-green the farther from shore my eyes traveled. Broad plateaus, covered in brilliant green foliage, surrounded the body of water. No hint was given as to what was about to be unleashed upon the lake and its

The sand was as white as whipping cream, sleek and fluffy. The endless ocean and the sky were matching perfectly along the line faraway. Although no tough rocks to dodge, shells and crabs dissolved into the sand and were absolutely spotless, the pricks of sticks poked my feet. My footsteps marked the sand like a tattoo. While the flowing breeze of the salty gust of wind soothed our skin like if I was sleeping continuously in my cozy bed, and blowing the silky sand like feathers blowing in the clearing. The clouds were like mushy vanilla soufflé which relaxed in the wild blue soda sky. The tree’s spirited green dynamically making people peaceful. Personally, it was a pleasant place to take a nap. A drizzle of saltwater ran down my cheek, fish swarming in the sea looking for a cool water. Blazing fire roasting my skin as if I was trapped in a steaming sauna. Beach huts lined up perfectly along the bridge, assuming that the inside was splendidly air conditioned.

What is a photograph? The simplicity of taking a photograph leads many to ponder its artistic value. Yet, it is undeniable that there are some photos that cause an emotional reaction deeper than simply observing a recorded point in time. Surely, there are photographs that cause more reaction than some modern art pieces. There seems to be two types of photographs. The first classification is the ‘time capture’ photo – an image with the sole purpose of recording a particular event or point in time. The second nature of a photo carries a ‘deeper meaning,’ which has the ability to change the observer’s mood and cause a reaction. But what distinguishes these two varieties? There are a

The icy air whistles throughout the town, causing the windows to rattle and the shutters to bang loudly. The town is dark and silent for the sun has yet to rise, but it's a lovely sight with the white snow laying untouched. The houses become works of art, with their beautiful undisturbed snowy roofs. Snug inside a small inn many a pale beauty gazes out over the freshly fallen snow with her unusual purple eyes never leaving the light of the roaring fire from the town-square. Shadows of the flames dance against the freshly fallen snow, and a soul figure tends to the fire. For a second she stands there watching the fire before turning around to face her small bedroom where she glides across the room towards the small narrow wooden door. Pausing with her pale hand hovering just a few inches from the knob, she glances over her shoulder at the frosty snow covered window before giving the knob a slight turn. Slipping into the dark drafty hallway, the pale beauty tugs her white hood up over her snow white hair before stepping onto the creaky spiral wooden staircase. Below she could hear the faint whispers of the innkeeper on how winter has come, but she pays it no mind as she descends the staircase to the room below. The room below is warm just like her small room above, and the warm glow from the fireplace is the only source of light in the room. Slipping into an empty chair, she flagged down the innkeeper with her pale hand, and ordered herself a bit of food.

We have been waiting nine long months, and we have had much preparation to do before the arrival of our daughter. Of all the things we have prepared for her, I am most proud of her room, my mother and I painted it and sat it up with all the accessories together. I sat on the floor and taped off the stripes to be painted, and my mom painted. It was a great team effort, and we are so happy how it turned out. With flowers and butterflies on her wall, busy pattern of stripes and beautiful colors, she is going to love her bedroom. Our crib and furniture is finally set up and put in her room. With pink and green letters above her crib spelling out the name of our precious baby

The world whizzed past me in the comfort of the car, the cold blanket of air unable to reach my pale skin through closed windows and blasting heaters. The radio was quiet, the music providing ambience on top of the rumbling of the car’s engine. The last beat of the current song ended, filling the car with silence. After a few heartbeats, on came the next song, and I turned my head to look at the radio, hand outstretching to turn the dial up. As the strong, pulsing notes of the electric guitar filled my car, a smile came on to my face. It pulled me back, all those years ago, to a night I was ready to party and had hoped it would never end.

Who can stand up to this creature like this? The wolf-like creature shows its dead eyes. It had an arched back and a hole through its stomach. Its cloak was black and oily, and it has 3 blood-red eyes on both sides. And a mouth that was boney and full of sharp teeth. It's clawing like meat-hooks as it uplifted the ground. I had a large but dull sword in my hands, it was heavy but manageable. The creature charged, but luckily, I dodged and ran. The creature was gaining on me. I needed to push through the forest, but it was hard since night fell. The brush kept hitting me. I could hear the beast’s footsteps. as they approached me. Until a cliff appeared ahead of me, there was no jumping, it was too high. I had to stand my ground. I turned around and saw nothing, not a faint sound. I listened as hard as an ear could, but nothing came but a still silence. The forest trees rustle their leaves in the cool wind. “Was it called off?” I thought. I needed to use this time wisely if it comes back. But, is it really gone? Or is it waiting for me to let my guard down? I kept my fighting stance, holding my sword very tightly. “So, you’re an intuitive one, aren’t you?” I heard a deep voice growl from the bushes. The creature sauntered, growling from the brush. “You talk?” I asked. “Don’t be foolish, there are many things you don’t know about me” I held my ground. I looked at my reflection in my sword. I saw myself, a mere ten-year-old, child, fighting a creature like this. My hair was

The brisk cold air lightly touching my bare arms as I walk to the car. A long three hour car ride lays in front of me on our way to Yosemite. Crammed in the back seat with a tower of blankets in between my sister and I. I put in my headphones and try to drift off to sleep. I awoke two hours later, when my car came to a screeching halt. I looked outside to see cars going for miles, as far as my eyes could see. I look over next to me and see my little sister drowsy as she awoke from her slumber. I rolled down the window and a light breeze entered the car. The familiar scent of pine filled my lungs, and at that moment in time I knew where I was. It took only a few more hours to reach our destination for the day. The distinct smell of a new place was intriguing to me. I take in my surroundings and layed down on the soft couch and cuddled in a blanket that was as soft as silk. The warmth embraced me and I drifted off to sleep for the night.

While walking through the enormous open-gated entry, I glanced down at the freshly printed orange stamp on my hand and smiled to myself. Happy to be back, even though it was sweltering hot, I could not wait for the gut-wrenching fun I was about to enjoy. There seemed to be an ocean of enormous rides set out in front of me. All were shiny and carried the bright colors of the rainbow. Some towered above the rest, reaching great heights within the sky. I could hear the cheerful laughter of children at the carousel, their parents gleefully taking pictures, and the terrified screams of those being swung into the air by monstrous roller coasters.

I sat on the gentle slope of the hill overlooking the calm winding river. On either side of the river sits a brown canvas painted with the vivid colors of fall. Bright reds, oranges, and yellows speckled the mostly barren trees. On the ground, the once brightly shaded leaves appeared a dreary light brown. The fallen leaves shuffled with the light breeze, creating a relaxing sound like waves rolling on the beach.

It was a cool October afternoon and I was just so excited to see my friends tonight.The spookiest night of the year,and me and my buddies were gonna go out and scare so many people with our scary costumes.Sam was going as a witch doctor and Cameron was going as Frankenstein.But I on the other hand,I was a scary bed! I know,it wasn’t that scary but it went with the theme so it was worth it I guess.At about 8:00pm Sam finally arrived and he looked so scary,I am not going to lie but I was jealous.”Look at how cool I look,are you ready to scare some heads off.”

Your stomach is feeling bubbly. Following those in charge on an interminable pathway. The waves are wild horses, rearing up before crashing down onto the river, pounding the rocks with their stainless-steel hooves. After finally reaching to the peak of the starting point, the doughnut-like tube emerges itself in the arctic water.

My sweaty palms ran through-out the thin strands of my hair as I tried to comfort myself for just a single moment. I felt scared, almost terrified as the screams of my nightmare echoed in my ears and made my head throb. Almost never did I have such vivid dreams, and when I did, I never remembered them the next day. Nevertheless, I don't think that I'll ever be able to make amends with my darkest memories and reliving situations that scarred my childhood and eventually my life, can never be forgotten. All I can do is go back and ask what this version of myself could have done to avoid or even confront the situations and events.