The Coming Upon A Traffic Jam

As Mrs. Mallard is up in her room, she sits in her comfortable armchair, exhausted and motionless. She could see out of her window in which everything around her is in bloom, spring has arrived. “She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all

The trees were in bloom. It was a year like so many others, with its spring, its engagements, its weddings, and its births.

Late 20th century Los Angeles, California was a bustling, diverse, and segregated city. Both El Norte (1983) and Falling Down (1993) depict Los Angeles in revealing ways. Falling Down in particular has many shots of the city itself; in fact, the first scene in the film takes place in a classic LA traffic jam on the highway. It shows cars lined up and not moving on the highway as far as the eye can see, with construction going on around them. It is also very hot in LA. The people are sweating, it’s sunny outside, bugs are flying around, and there are palm trees around the highway. Similarly, one of the last shots in El Norte shows a busy highway with the LA skyline in the background. That shot with the skyscrapers, cars driving quickly by, and palm trees is one of the most iconic images of LA in either film.

“She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with new spring life.” Speaks of hopefulness and rebirth

The indication of morning had approached; wind halted while the air became temperate. Morning routine of the birds, fetching food for their children, communicating with the others, hatching their eggs. Newly seeded grass shooted out, growing like weeds. The air reminded Mary of a camping trip when she was younger in Yosemite Park. Pinecones and trees gave her the happy memories, ones of her husband and her only child before the accident.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

A beautiful young woman steps down from the horse drawn carriage, one foot touching down onto the rough ground outside her second home. As she looks around, she cannot help soaking in all the wonderful scenery surrounding her. The fabulously large trees too tall to climb perfectly blanketing the hillside in the distance. The sky clear, blue and bright with a few lingering perfectly formed cotton clouds. The trees just starting to turn from their deep green to shades of orange, yellow and brown. The grazing grass that surrounds still the brightest shade of green imaginable.

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

From rejoicing the panoramic beauty of spring, to inhaling the smell of sun-baked earth after rains

You encounter a lot of people at a red light, looking left, right, infront, and behind you, there's few that you want to see, the few you don’t want to see, and the lot that doesn’t matter if you see. As everyone tries to go on there way people try to be the best they can, most are passive trying to get on their way, but there's the people that are slow and aggressive. People that you know are trying to be slow and aggressive on purpose and some that have no clue that there slow or aggressive. But as all the stuff that happens around the good and the bad you try to focus on a green light.

Hands gripped the wheel as she struggled to keep the roiling wind from tossing the car into the ditch. The grime from the road battered the windshield with each car that passed. The wipers worked valiantly to keep her field of vision clear.

Sitting in the green grass with many incredibly large trees within the area, it seemed like a perfect day to lie down and stare at the different shapes of clouds slowly shifting through the sky and birds moving through the distance. The

Shao Hai street sold eggs, honest, hospitality, started early and came home late, one day down, could earned eight, nine or ten Yuan, but far unable to support the family, commodity prices were growing up with each passed day. Also, the college child needed more money too. Dong Hui saw it in the eyes, anxious in the heart. Since the abortion, her body has not recovered well, had chronic abdominal, back pain, weakness and fatigue. The doctor said that was "abortion sequela, anemia, chronic pelvic inflammation, adnexitis." However, for the college child, for the family, to help Shao Hai, she planed to earn a litter bit money even with her sick body.

Globally, numerous urban cities such as New York City and London have the issue of traffic congestion, and in the United States, Los Angeles and New York City take the top title of the worst traffic jams (Bekiempis). Even though traffic congestion ratings may not indicate how much air pollution in an area, most times, traffic congestion does communicate the approximate degree air pollution lies at. Atlanta does have an honorable—or rather, notorious—mention of daily traffic congestion, even though Atlanta’s traffic may not live up to the scale of that of New York City. The quality of air in the Atlanta metropolitan area can also play a testament to how far traffic congestion has gone in the

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few