Sky Sports

Complete and utter awe. That was the only way I could ever describe the feeling the night sky struck into me with its thousands upon thousands of stars. I had never seen the sky this beautiful. I had never seen anything like this all my life. Taking a few steps back, I seated myself on a stone that stood like a miniature plateau above the surrounding grass. I had been told this would be the best spot to see the sky tonight, and I had not been told a lie. I looked straight up so that the rest of the Earth

that is felt when present progress leaves behind an agrarian society the central theme being the Alienation of modern life. In this picture, Victorian style house stands alone in the field. A railroad track cuts through the foreground. There is a bare sky behind the house with no secondary objects in the immediate surroundings of the building. this enables us to keenly focus on the articulation of the building and its relationship with its environment. This picture can be broken down into two basics:

that helps to reflect Mrs. Mallard’s emotional conflict with her physical surroundings.   After Mr. Mallards announced death, Chopin used the sky as a type of symbolic imagery. In a state of suspension, Mrs. Mallard stood at the open window, looking out at the scenery in front of her house. As she looked out the window, she saw that “There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other,”(Chopin 1). In this example, Chopin uses her imagery

Tickle When the spring breeze starts to tickle my nose, my heart starts to tickle for the first time. It seems like I have a hay fever in my heart. It is beginning of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other. Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round like as a clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are

The Transformation Anywhere you go can create memories, but can also become a part of you in one way or another. Some of those places may have had an impact on a person’s life that changed him or her as a person. For others, some places may have a special meaning, teaching, or maybe because the best memories were made in that special place. For me, the best memories and the one place that I always remember is Woodburn Oregon. This city has so many good, happy, and bad memories that I still remember

There was a noticeable shift in temperature as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon, the impending dusk transforming the western sky from faded blue to an artist’s palette of muted pink and orange tones. Across from the aquatic center, Tom and Dennis loitered at a bus stop, their teenage attire helping them to blend into the urban environment. However, despite his outwardly composed appearance, Tom was anything but calm. His eyes scanned the street, searching for any sign of their suspect

Out on the street, Greene’s eyes circulate to observe her surroundings. Weed’s sprout up through cracks in the road and sidewalks, the overgrown vegetation trails up through the buildings. Infused in its presence, the leaves engulf each structure. Crowded though it is, an eerie silence resonates in the air. People pass back and forth, their heads tilted down, pushing forward with an urgent persistence. Cander walks with a similar determination, his head tilted down, the surrounding environment

After work hours, the twilight of the sun setting cast a solemn reflection on the buildings. The coming night cover provides a blanket of anonymity. Allowing people the freedom from their moral restraints, as the barrier of rationality is broken by the salacious acts that occur commonly. Among this crowd, Cander pushes through the flooded streets, momentarily escaping through a buildings door, albeit to enter a crowded bar. His trained eyes scanning the room, he spots Chris against an area of the

who art in heaven, Is this how you saw it when you made your creation? [n] 2) And the sky turns

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE I perched myself upon a weathered rock. My footprints left tattoos in the sand. The wind was etherized in the sky. The sun smoldered in silence. Centered in a quiet oasis, the blue beast howled. It stretched out before me like the land was coated in oil paints: cerulean and cyan, electric and Egyptian, teal and turquoise. The moment that I stood before this righteous beast was captured and bottled up in my beloved father’s camera. This flimsy piece of paper is a portal