Mariama Farah Descriptive Essay--Walking Tour English 1711-60 January 25, 2014 Word count: 707 Being Unaware Rushing from class to class, catching one bus after another, I’ve never really given thought to my surroundings, or even stopped and paid attention to the details of the environment. Because I am not much of an adventurous person, I chose to take the walk around my neighborhood versus the outdoor sporting area. For this assignment, I was to use all five senses and look at everything with a broad perspective. After I got home on a chilly Wednesday afternoon, I set out to take my walk. Wearing my favorite burgundy and black wool jacket, with a cheetah print scarf wrapped around my neck and a pair of black combat boots, I was feeling very snug and warm. Grabbing my notebook, I was ready to jot down what I saw, heard, tasted, touched, and smelled for a place I was absolutely oblivious to. As one would expect, the scenery was the first thing that caught my attention. The weather was so beautiful yet deceiving. The sun was shining brightly, but it seemed like it was doing nothin...
The book “Walking Home”, written by Eric Walters takes place in the African country Kenya. The weather in the book is often described as hot and sunny, with a few days of rainfall. Most of the area is very dry with some trees and hedges but not much else. Locals talked about giraffes, elephants and lions roaming the area but except for one lion encounter, they didn’t see many animals.
I can smell the rain on my jacket as my fingers numbly make their way across the pad, trying their best to capture an instant in time on a piece of yellow, college-ruled, notebook paper, despite my now apparent lack of artistic ability. As I am watching the scene unfold, I hardly notice the people walking around me, gazing at the same thing I am, before they move on. Cuddling under an umbrella, a man and his wife are casually strolling through the light fog. Their attention is caught by something off to their right, so he does not notice when his top hat is almost bumped to one side by the umbrella as another pedestrian tries to pass on the narrow sidewalk. Further off in the distance, several other sets of people can be seen composedly walking through the gentle mist of rain. It seems as though they are not even aware of the weather as they make their way from shop to shop, content on this comfortable evening. To my left, a couple of gentlemen are discussing their affairs as they move past a horse-drawn carriage. The pudd...
The area was crisp and wet, but beautiful. The moss and trees were a vibrant kelly green, creating a startling contrast to the brown and orange leaves on the bushes and ground. The sky was a dismal grey, but the rain that it brought created a clean smell of eucalyptus, oak, mints, and oddly enough, mud. It was the first time that I really
When we finally arrived in the mountains, it was breathtaking. They were covered with trees, and the clouds floating over them were so beautiful. I looked down and saw valleys of flowers that went on forever. I was so anxious to get off the bus and roll in the grass with the clear, blue sky above my head.
This beauty is non-existent to the unknowing eye. However, for someone like Laura, who has been challenged and overcome by the prairie, the beauty is evident all around her: “She liked the enormous sky and the winds, and the land that you couldn’t see to the end of. Everything was so fresh and clean and big and splendid.” (75) What started as a childish excitement for something new and unknown, developed into a deep appreciation for the nothingness and open skies that seemed to go on
It was simply amazing hiking out there, the mountains covered in tall trees that dug into the rocky soil, the beautiful sky, when visible. Even in the midst of strenuous exercise I still en...
I step into the cold, chilling air letting the wind brush against my face as I look around and see what is before me. I look into the distance and see rolling mountains dancing across the scenery. They are painted in mesmeric reds and different shades of orange all reminding me of an enthralling sunset. Snow falls, literally everywhere covering these rocks not revealing how massive they truly are. The whole scene reminds me of a Christmas card. It captivates your soul. I had was one single destination on my mind and I took a chance and it led me to Colorado Springs, Colorado.
While traveling to Wisconsin,I had chosen to write down what I might see when I got there.Writing about a place I had never seen before wasn’t hard, because all I had to do was use my imagination.I had imagined sitting in front of a breath-taking sunset.The cool air felt like cool a ocean breeze,the amazing view;had looked like a scene from a movie.Every image in my head, I wrote down hoping I would see it when we got there.
I had always felt a love for the outdoors; my parents had raised me that way. My father had been a forest guide at Mount Mitchell Park for twenty years, it’s where I grew up. I vividly recall hiking along the trail in the late summer evenings, when the sun had begun to vanish beyond the horizon, and the glittering sunlight no longer pouring through the trees, being replaced by orange ribbons streaming across the sky.
The breeze is the world’s way of cooling down the Earth from the blazing hot summer and preparing the Earth for the winter chill. When the wind chill blows upon someone’s skin, small goosebumps outline the skin to where every microscopic hair on the body is visible. Not only does the wind chill bring goosebumps to people’s skin, but it also brings in tranquility into the lungs. During the daytime, one deep breath of the autumn air will bring tranquility to one’s soul. The morning air brings a calmness that one’s entire body becomes to connect with all the elements within the environment. However, at night the autumn air brings dewy mist that stains one’s skin with perspiration. The first arrival of mist will bring a gray blanket of fog that pierces the sky. The gleaming moon in the autumn night aligns the streets perfectly that there is still some light that pierces through the gray blanket of fog. Although the fall contrasts the appearance of air from day to night in autumn seems like nature’s own battle between lightness and darkness, the brisk autumn air possesses a tranquil earth tone that would just put one’s being at
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
As I walked down the worn dirt path to the ocean, I was astonished by how many people were lounging by the water.. As I got closer to the water’s edge, I contemplated why more people don 't swim and decide to tan in the sun instead. The feeling of being alone with the ocean and my thoughts played in my mind.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
No movie is perfectly made, there’s always small errors within it that may be so small that people don’t really notice. The majority of the time people rate a movie overall, they either like it or they don’t. Although when you really pay attention to a movie in detail you are able to see the imperfections and it makes you change your mind. I chose A Walk to Remember because it’s one of my favorite movies and I thought it’d be interesting to watch it from a different perspective. I came to realization that it is not in fact as good as I thought it was.
I was so ecstatic to go on this field trip and so was everyone else. Of course I knew why, everyone loves field trips. Everyone that had seen the one man show reported that it was impeccable performance. Furthermore, I was adrenalized because I didn’t have to do any work. Before the show, all I thought was that it would be a normal bus ride. One that would be loud, but everyone minded their own business.