It was a cold evening when I decided to observe the sunset. I perched myself onto the fence with one leg on either side. My body was slightly tilted so I had to move my head to the left to get a clear view of the sunset. There were a few trees blocking my view but that did not deter me from getting glimpses anyway. The time I sat was peak time so the sounds of cars, buses and horns were distracting. I was not able to fully concentrate in my observation until the traffic died down slightly.
When I left my front door and tilted my head up to look at the sun my first response was, “Wow that’s bright!” The house inside was much darker than outside, so the sudden brightness was slightly blinding. However, my eyes did adjust within the next few seconds. This sudden change from dark to light (or vice versa light to dark) is called adaptation (Fulton, 2009). My receptors were heavily adapted to the dim lighting causing the rods to be activated. As soon as I stepped outside my eyes were blinded by the brightness, resulting in my cones to start activating. It took a few seconds to adjust and in that time all I could see was bright white.
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The sun was surrounded by a background of light brown. The sky was still light blue and fluffy white clouds were scattered around. I could hear the chirping of birds in the background and noticed a few flying in the sky. It was also the time for most to go home, so noises of horns and cars could be heard loudly. Although there was distracting sounds and constant movements of people, cars, and birds, this was the time I felt most at peace and safe. It was too cold for my liking but it was serene
Section One - On the Beach Question 1: At the beginning Moira Davidson drinks a lot of Alcohol (alcohol). She is sad and angry because she can’t understand why the Australians have to pay for other people’s faults. John Osborne blames Moira to drink (for drinking?) too much to escape from reality.
My purpose in doing this project was so I can inform people about Sundogs. Surely someone has wondered how Sundogs are made, how they are there and why they are there. When I go outside and it’s absolutely frigid, I’m too cold to notice. Even when I’m inside I rarely have time. So I want to tell people like me “The Wonders Of the Sky”.
The glass doors gently moved aside at Heath’s presence with a calm whirring hum. With it being a horrendously bright day outside, Heath found the muscles around his eyes relaxing with a sigh when he finally didn’t have to shield his vision from the sun any longer. Fluorescent lights were miles better than sunlight, naturally – fluorescent lights did not burn flesh, they did not bring stinging pain to the eyes, and they did not pound heat relentlessly into the ground in the same unforgiving way that the sun did.
The night was surprisingly quiet. The crickets sang a hushed tune that rode along the sweet gusts of wind. The sky was no longer navy blue however, but a deep violet transforming into a gradient lavender and orange. The night was shedding its skin to become the beginnings of a new day. But along with the dawn came the need to hide.
. Cape Hatteras Lighthouse is the 208-foot tall landmark was just hauled more than a quarter-mile back from its former perch, where it was threatened by the encroaching sea. Coastal erosion chewed away about 1,300 feet of beach, bringing the waves to within 150 feet of the 4,800-ton sentinel. When the light was erected in 1870, it stood about 1,500 feet back from the waves. The lighthouse, on the Outer Banks, North Carolina's long barrier beach, was built to warn ships from waters called "the graveyard of the Atlantic." Ironically, the move should serve as a warning about the growing problem of coastal erosion. Erosion is not just plaguing the Outer Banks. Coastal residents up and down the United States are worrying about undermined cliffs, disappearing beaches, and the occasional dwelling diving into the briny. Beaches are constantly moving, building up here and eroding there, in response to waves, winds, storms and relative sea level rise. Yet when commoners like you and me, and celebs like Steven Spielberg, build along the beach in places like Southampton, N. Y., we don't always consider erosion. After all, real-estate transactions are seldom closed during hurricanes or northeasters, which cause the most dramatic damage to beaches. Yet Southampton, like all the barrier beaches that protect land from the sea, is vulnerable to obliteration by the very factor that makes it so glamorous: the sea. And the problem is increasing because the sea is rising after centuries of relatively slow rise, and scientists anticipate that the rate of rise will continue to increase in the next century. Land, in many places, is also slowly sinking. The result is a loss of sand that places the occasional beachside home inconveniently near -- or in -- the water. Still, erosion cuts in two directions. Without the process of erosion, we would not have the beaches, dunes, barrier beaches, and the highly productive bays and estuaries that owe their very existence to the presence of barrier beaches. Erosion of glacial landforms provides most of the beach sand in Massachusetts. A popular destination The beach-erosion problem has many causes. Among them are: · The ubiquitous desire to live near the sea. · A historically rapid ri...
reflexes can be obtain. Placing a light close to the eyes and observed the pupils
The Characteristics of a Beach Beach erosion is beginning to become a significant problem. The causes of erosion are: sand coming on to the beach from waves, lakes, rivers, tides, etc. Storms and even, calm climates can create erosion. Human recreation such as dredging, river modification, removal of vegetation, and installation of protective structures.
as I gaily walk down the shoreline of the Outer Banks. My all time favorite
A cool breeze passed my shoulder. In the instant, it felt chilly. The neighborhood was silent and it felt so very empty. Usually on a Saturday afternoon there would be kids playing outside. The sun was glistening on the trees. Winds blowing once every three to five minutes. Trees and plants will shiver as the wind hits them. Leaves would flip in all directions showing the faded bottoms of the leaves.
The relationship between fantasy and reality is developed throughout The Beach through the thoughts and conversations between characters as they travel to and live on the beach. Alex Garland is making a point about what fantasies originate from in a person’s mind as travelling helps form these fantasies into reality as well as how a person reacts to their imaginations become reality. The Beach tells readers through characters such as Richard, Daffy, and Francoise that one’s fantasies are just an adaptation of their realities, only varying in their extremity. The subtle adaptation of reality resulting in a fantasy world which removes hardships and dependencies of a person’s daily life is well represented through Richard’s thoughts and a conversation
Dover Beach is located in England, on the eastern shores near France. It is also the setting, and title of a poem written by a well educated man named Matthew Arnold, who is well known as the first modern critic of poetry. According to an article in The Literary Encyclopedia, Arnold was a very spiritual person, but claimed poetry prevailed over philosophy, science, and religion, due to the principle that those things are based on facts, which can be proven wrong over time. The article also said he believed poetry is an expression based on ideas, and ideas, which are faith, cannot be proven wrong. He was quoted by The Literary Encyclopedia as saying that poetry is "the breath and finer spirit of knowledge."
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
The dull light of the sun somehow manages to kindle my senses in a way I had never seen or felt before. Everything felt like it came to a standstill and the effect of the light made the scene look like one in a painting. The waves break gently into white foam on the black beach. The small crystals in the sand glimmer and twinkle brilliantly against the sunrays. The seagulls ride with the wind and the soft sand cushions my toes.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.