#12 Kathryn deGraffenried
En 101
Descriptive essay #1
6 Sept. 2016
Chattanooga, Tennessee Chattanooga, Tennessee in the autumn is a beautiful sight every southerner should experience at least once. With so many activities to occupy everyone there is hardly enough time to fit in everything that Chattanooga has to offer. When I think about Chattanooga in the fall I think about the crisp air that goes with the incredible colors that paint the trees. This is a city that does not lack views to see the burgundy, gold and brown trees for miles around. Just one of the many places in Chattanooga that you can see for miles around is from the historic Incline Railway which is railway car that takes its passengers one mile to the top of Lookout Mountain. While riding this railcar the passengers are facing backwards looking toward the city. As the car climbs up the steep incline the view around becomes more visible approximately half a mile through the car’s journey. The passengers are then able to overlook the city below and take in the many colors of autumn. As the railcar pulls into the station at the peak of
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Standing at the top of one of Tennessee’s most famous mountains the five senses are on in a state of awe. The overpowering aroma of pumpkin-flavored coffee can be smelled immediately after exiting the railcar, but quickly after is dampened by the aroma of crispy fall air. Climbing the stairs to the binoculars is exhausting, but well worth it once at the very top. Looking out from this point ant-shaped people can be seen walking into shop centers, toy like cars race to their next destination, and the ice cream shop the railcar departed from is no longer visible to the naked eye. Just like at the bottom of Lookout Mountain, there are sights to see other than the view from the
The Appalachian Mountains in the nineteenth century landscapes are often depicted in a grand, glorious, and often spiritually uplifting form. The Hudson River School artists painting in the romantic style engages viewers to tell a story through naturally occurring images as well as interior knowledge of the times at hand.
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As the two men hiked, they came upon many rugged trails and hills that were difficult to overcome, however they did it together and kept moving on. The view from the trail was beautiful with many places to stop and admire the view, but they couldn’t seem to get above the canopy of the trees to truly take in the whole view. The man that strove to see the beautiful scenery from an unobstructed viewpoint was trying in every way to get above what was around him to see the true beauty of the mountains.
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