Event horizon

Stern Collection, 63-81-20) the most interesting. It depicts a nude woman lying on the beach beneath a billowing canopy. A dark, but tranquil sea is in the background. The sky is dark as if the final rays of the sun were disappearing over the horizon. There are a few clouds in the sky, they are dark but not threatening. The picture is very dark in general and there is no obvious light source. The edges of the painting are so dark it is impossible to tell what the nude reclines against.

and buses boomed through my ears. The sun glowed gently over the horizon as the blast of warm breeze diffused over my body. The sun dipped through the sky as it replaced its yellow stains into black, dusky shades of ink. The crowd imperceptibly disappeared as I changed my way to the other side of the street. As the sun settled down; desolate, pure blackness began to sneak in. The blanket of darkness positioned itself over the horizon. Blocks of huge, angry, smoky clouds emerged over the waxy sky.

On the southeastern side of Anaheim, between State College Blvd. and Vermont Ave. lies what someone would call “a simple old park who no one visits”, Boysen Park. On the north side of the park the entrance can be found. Along with the location of the elementary school, Theodore Roosevelt on the northeastern side of the park. In the middle-eastern side of the park there is a large baseball field and two smaller fields on the opposite side of it. On the southeastern part of the park the Anaheim Tennis

opportunity to see a dolphin jump out of the water. I took hours looking at the horizon. As I stayed there look out into the horizon, the sun has almost set just the tip is left to disappear into the water. The sky changed from blue to yellow and orange to pink and purpl. I got to see the sky go from day to night. As I start walking back I took one last glimpse of the sky I could see the bright and high moon. I could see the horizon with moonlight reflection in the water. It is certainly easy to understand

This allows the reader to interpret the story to fit their own life and experiences. In the poem, “I Saw a Man Pursuing the Horizon,” the author, Stephen Crane, utilizes the use of a metaphor in order to relate to every reader and to teach a lesson about having confidence in one’s beliefs.     In the poem, Crane tells the story of a man, in which he is running after the horizon. This is a task in which the author views as impossible, so he questions the man about his actions. The man blows him off

As I stood there, on the beach, glancing at the ocean in awe of the beautiful sight, a sudden gust of wind blew past me. Each individual strand of my hair crossed my face, the sun played peek-a-boo as it made its appearance just above the horizon, as if it were too scared to show its’ beautiful light. The smell of the sea filled my nose as I took in the fresh air. The sand was filled with corals, with a collection of many sea shells, all of which had their own uniqueness in shape, size and color;

The painting “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” portrays a peasant guiding a horse driven plow on a plot of unfarmed land, which looks to be on side of a mountain. Slightly above and to the right, on a plot of land beneath that’s pictured to a lower elevation, there is a shepherd. The shepherd is staring up at something and is surrounded by sheep, seventeen in all, fifteen white and two black. Directly to the right of the shepherd is a sheep dog, the dog appears to be staring at something also.

What I initially noticed when looking at the landscape painting Mountains of Collioure(1908), by Andre Derain was that the brushstroke is like of the impressionists, in which the strokes are short and thin, as well as seldom use of the color black. It is also highly contrasted in color, with many hues of various colors. I also notice that if it were painted by a kid it makes sense that the painting's colors would not match the natural colors of the actual subject matter within the painting. The

Croatia. Summer 2015. I am sitting in the back of a stranger’s car on the way to a cemetery. A small girl in a yellow tutu reaches into her white sparkly purse on the seat between us and pulls out a seemingly endless group of bobble head pets. We do not speak each other’s language so we communicate through hand signals while she tries to teach me the alphabet in Croatian. She laughs at my funny pronunciation, and I smile at her enthusiasm for spelling every passing sign. Despite originally being

Yet were being held down, giving a silent rhapsody of joy and grieving. Along the way fallen timber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed my vision, making the horizon seem like one from a story book. The area was imperturbable, as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself. Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas