In Pine City, Minnesota, where I go frequently in the summer, there is a little house on a swamp that connects to a large, clear lake called Lake Pokegama. Although I’ve only been going there for three years, it brings a welcomed sense of tranquility into my life. The lake is only one hour away from my house too, which makes it convenient and accessible for those days when I just don’t want to be around anyone, or when I just need to sunbathe on my own. My family is fortunate enough to have great neighbors who are always willing to share anything we need, and also through great barbeques. Heading up north in the summer means a lot to me, and without it I would be a different person. After driving up 35 north for about an hour, you take the second Pine City exit (the only city on 35 north to have two exits) and drive down a little highway littered with dead animals, burnt down housed and …show more content…
There is a dirt road, just after you see the northern tip of the lake, or swamp as the locals affectionately call it, and once you turn onto it, you see a number of fairly small homes, some have a new, clean look, and others have a run down, smelly vibe. There’s the brand new house on stilts, (because it floods every spring and fall) and the next house, John’s house, who is a 70 year old man who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day in his living room, and then there is the Weepie residence. Our cabin, placed on a vacant lot in the early 2000’s is a fairly ordinary rectangular one story, the short side of the rectangle facing the dirt road, tan exterior and a boring overall appeal. The landscape is what makes up for the house. There is nice green grass in the front, resembling a lawn you might see in the city, upwards of 20 trees scattered on the lot, and various gardens that look kind of dead. Around the side of the house, passed a gravel driveway, there is one small deck under the cover of trees looking onto the lake and the sunken backyard. A second, much larger deck is
Some people go through life thinking they are invincible or a bad until events happen in your life where you find out whether your bad or not. People go through this all the time and this is part of growing up. In "Greasy Lake:" by T.C. Boyle, the narrator of this story undergoes a "character arc;" by the end of the story he has developed more as a character (i.e undergone changes), and is noticeably different than he was at the onset of the narrative.
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"Once More to the Lake," by E.B. White is a short story in which White recalls his annual summer vacations to the lake, and in turn develops a conflict within himself regarding the static and dynamic characteristics of this lake, and their relation to the changes that White himself is experiencing as he is growing older. When White takes his son to the lake, he comes to the sharp realization that certain aspects of both the lake and himself are different, and with a sense of reminiscence, White takes us from the time his father first took him to the lake, and tells the new story of his most recent visit when he is no longer a boy, but a father, showing his son this "holy place" for the very first time. Throughout the story, White comments on how many of the elements of the lake have changed, and how other things have stayed constant with the passage of time.
Mono Lake is a unique body of water lying in the Eastern Sierra Nevadas. For decades its water sources were tapped by the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power (DWP) to use for farming because the lake's high elevation would allow them to easily transport the water to the city and because the water was so saline, people believed it was worthless. The normal traits by which people judge lakes were lacking in Mono: fish could not survive in the salty water, the water was harsh to swim in because of the chemicals and salinity, the scenery was unlike other lakes because there were no trees. Mono Lake appeared to be an isolated lake in the middle of the desert, which DWP could use as they wished. What they hadn't known at the time was the rich history of the lake and the important place it held in the biological world. The geological history of the Western United States has shaped Mono and given it the properties it has, while those properties have given it a specific role in the migration of birds.
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The family in this story has moved around a lot throughout the protagonist's life. They desire to own a house of their own someday, and the protagonist's parents have always dreamed about how it would look, and what amenities it would have. She remembers how “[t]hey always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real house that would be ours for always so we wouldn't have to move each year. […] And we'd have a basement and at least three washrooms so when we took a bath we wouldn't have to tell everybody. Our house would be white with trees around it, a great big yard and grass growing without a fence” (Cisneros 151). My family too, has moved around quite a bit. Her parent's dreams for the house they want to provide for their family remind me...
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Moving from Virginia to Louisiana has taught me that these two places actually have a lot in common. When I first moved here it was hot, I don’t just mean hot I mean sweltering heat that makes it unbearable to do anything out side. The heat may last a little longer here due to the fact that we are closer to the equator but it is not very different compared to Virginia. Heat is not the only weather that these two places share in common, they have in common that hurricanes are a major threat to the entire population. In Virginia, fishing was a huge aspect of the summer season for many people. Of course there is the difference in salt to fresh water and the type of fish, but everyone here is just as infatuated with “catching the big one”. In Virginia, I lived my entirety near one of the most well-known air force bases, Langley Airforce Base, now I do not think I could live any closer to an air force base if I tried. My current house is about a block from the fence of Barksdale Airforce Base. Though it seemed like I practically moved to my back yard I moved halfway across the
My community is Alpena MI, it's on lake huron usually it's very cold. I am going to make my community Alpena beloved by creating a new yearly tradition. That tradition will be a winter bonfire at a Bayview park. This new tradition will unite the community through food, sharing, and togetherness.
There is no better feeling in this world than to be outdoors with nature, especially when there are numerous activities to dabble in. Often times people take for granted the sentimental value that they can experience by simply walking through a park. God created the Earth to be beautiful and peaceful, and people need to keep it that way. I have always shared a love of the outdoors with my dad and my brother. We have gone on numerous camping, hiking, fishing, and star-gazing trips ever since I can remember. It was no surprise to me when my dad decided to buy a lake house on Hyco Lake, right outside of Roxboro. We got a really good deal on the house, so my dad decided that Hyco Lake was the perfect spot.
In Crow Lake, Mary Lawson portrays a family who experience a great tragedy when Mr. and Mrs. Morrison are killed in a car accident. This tragedy changes the lifestyles of the seven years old protagonist Kate Morrison and her siblings Matt, Luke and Bo. The settings are very important in this novel. Though there are limited numbers of settings, the settings used are highly effective. Without effective use of themes in this novel, the reader would not have been able to connect with the characters and be sympathetic. Lawson uses an exceptionally high degree of literary devices to develop each character in this novel.
Upon renovating the quaint little house on the hill with my mom, my own feelings toward the house changed dramatically. Before the project took off, I hesitated to step foot inside the building. The odor and dim lighting made it difficult to envision a successful result, but once we finished I was tempted to move in myself. This is the goal. Taking on this second project, I’d do my best to make the house one I’d love to live in while not allowing myself to implement my personal style preferences. The result is a home both move-in ready and open for visitors.
I sat in my friend's Oldsmobile with her three year old in the car seat resting in the back, as we traveled down the street towards my former residence behind the city park. My friend, Sarah, now a MOM, was eager to show me the transformation to the front of my old home. She kept saying, that I would never believe it as we approached the house, I could only see bareness. All of the bushes, flowers, and gardens that surrounded the house were removed. The windows appeared naked without curtains or blinds to dress them. Disappointment and disgust ran through my veins as I thought about the care and attention my mother had given to our home only to be stripped of it all by the new occupants. What a bad sale my parents had made!
In earlier years, observing nature brought happiness. One look around at the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee or at Lindsey’s Rainbow Farm in Arkansas showed everything the world offered—tall grassy fields, magnificent black bears, chilly fall nights, clear streams, slimy trout, and the warmth of the sun on my face at sunset. Breathtaking sights awaited us around every corner. Nature seemed endless. Today, places such as these appear to be found less and less. With the expansion of not only civilization but also its economy, Americans slowly destroy the once symbiotic relationship between nature and community. Americans face such a difficult situation due to the way we live our lives—specifically, the way we obtain our food.
As I walked closer to the cabin, which has been abandoned since last summer, I noticed certain materials are stored away, for the winter, such as the grill, which is taken off the hinges around the fire pit, and put underneath the cabin deck. The canoe is upside down and tightly snugged underneath the cabin deck. I also noticed the picnic tab...