Descriptive Essay about Sunset Beach

The waves roll onto white sand beaches and vanishes into non-existence, and another is born and tumbles towards the shore. The setting sun dyes the western sky bright red. People are laughing, talking, and embracing under sunset. I can feel that the warm sand is squished through my toes. The weather is nice. There is not a speck of cloud to be seen in the sky. The sky seems a watercolor painting, mixing red, blue, purple, and etc. I sometimes perceive the foamy mist from ocean sprays my face very lightly as if it is the touch of a soft feather. Through various sounds, I can hear the cry of seagulls circling overhead, and gives the part of Santa Monica beach fascinating character of its own. As time passes, I senses the fresh and gentle breeze. When I close my eyes, then I have the feeling of I sitting alone on the broad sandy beach for a moment. I open my eyes again. The colors swirl together in muddled mass over the sky. The sky turns into blue violet, and the scenery around me is added colorful artificial light. lIt is the most beautiful sight I think and my favorite time. The children frolicking on the

Although it has been years since our most recent visit to the shore side of Ocean City, New Jersey, the memories and senses never abandon my mind. All I can recall is the wondrous combination of the scorching heat, the grainy sand in between my toes, and the overwhelming smell of salt and delicious foods . . . I feel as if I am standing right there right now! Who could ever relinquish the beauty of the shore, the healing the shore accomplishes, and the tastes of the wondrous foods?

Gazing out from the balcony of the cruise ship that is anchored in deep waters I notice an island known as Half Moon Cay, Bahamas. In order to reach the island a tender came to transfer me from the cruise ship. Finally, fetching a tender making it closer to the island I observe the white sandy beach that has a few cabanas that resemble mini houses painted in tropical colors light blue, yellow, lime greens. There are also tons of beach chairs lined along the beach, as well as a gigantic pirate ship situated in the middle of the beach. A mini straw market is the first place I come upon after getting off the charter boat. The beach is like no other I have been to in Florida. It’s a tropical paradise that I never want to leave. Powdery white sand

For instance, highly populous and famous cities such as Oslo, New York, Alexandria, and San Francisco hold some of the important architecture projects that have shaped individuals’ lives. Reporter David Owen, in his New Yorker article “Psychology of Space”, argues how the architecture firm Snøhetta utilizes their magic through their projects to build people’s moods, shape their relationships with cities, buildings and other individuals, and create illusions with exhilarating effects. The author’s argument is rhetorically compelling because his arrangement of ideas, selection of words, and supporting evidence maintain his public engaged in the magic of architecture and persuade anyone reading his article that architecture plays a critical role in their lives in numerous

New York City is a fast pace city. People are rushing either to catch up with the next bus or for one appointment or the other. The streets are always crowded with people; every one seems to be in a state of pandemonium. One day, I was walking down the street with my f...

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.

As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.

A city has to be beautiful, though the definition of “beauty” is so vague. The beauty can be physical, such as enjoyable parks, streetscapes, architectural facades, the sky fragment through freeways and trees; or it can be the beauty of livelihood, people, and history. As landscape architects, we are creating beautiful things or turning the unpleasant memorial.

An Analysis of Dover Beach Dover Beach intrigued me as soon as I read the title. I have a great love of beaches, so I feel a connection with the speaker as he or she stands on the cliffs of Dover, looking out at the sea and reflecting on life. Arnold successfully captures the mystical beauty of the ocean as it echoes human existence and the struggles of life. The moods of the speaker throughout the poem change dramatically as do the moods of the sea. The irregular, unordered rhyme is representative of these inharmonious moods and struggles.

Busses, Jeepneys, Cars, Bullet Trains and Motorbikes keep coming and going, to the left and right of my eyesight. People are ubiquitously congested, as if they are running out of time. Some of them end their day happily, some ends sad; while the others, don’t mind the time. Staring at this busy place, whilst sitting while having a hot cup of coffee at a Mini Stop Shop, it let me bring to mind my 70 days of heart breaking experiences within the Aurora Boulevard, Cubao Quezon City, the Philippines.