Yosemite Valley (El Capitan and Bridal Viel [sic] falls) (fig 1) was painted with oil on canvas, and like most of Hill’s work it has characteristics of the outdoors and nature. IT is uncertain as to when the landscape was made but it is believed that it was made around the 1870’s. The dimensions of this painting are 88 in HIGH x 72 in WIDE. The subject of this painting is obviously the beautiful Yosemite Valley, where the position of Bridal Veil Falls and the big vertical rock known; as El Capitan, represent the Yosemite Valley from the western entrances. Yosemite is popular for its big mountain rocks and huge waterfalls and this artist was able to capture that into his painting.
Paul was in the garage heard an engine start and remembered something. Paul remembered riding his bike home one day and getting his in the head by a man in a ski mask, holding a metal baseball bat with two hands in the passenger seat of a van the looked familiar. Paul ran home to tell his parents. He knew it was his brother Erik that did it, but they didn’t believe him. Well, because There Erik was sitting on the stool in the kitchen of their old home doing homework.
You had no idea where you are. After a few days of walking you finally find civilization and you figure out that you are about fifteen miles away from Funky State college. This time when you are walking and you see a shortcut you don’t take it, you just keep on the long route. You try to hitchhike but you have straps missing,
Simon and Marilyn walked all day and night. They were about a mile away from the city, when Marilyn collapsed, and started coughing blood. Simon knew right away she had the sickness, Simon prayed. Simon said his goodbyes, and right there, Marilyn died. Simon knew he had to warn the people, so he ran the next mile, he got to the city out of breathe, he told the city guards what happened, “There has been a terrible sickness that has hit and wiped out most of my city, you need to warn the people.”
One of the boys wanted to turn back but the other two were determined. They walked for an hour to find nothing but an abandoned cabin and two tombstones. The loud whistling sound came back but with much more wind. The next morning the parents woke up with the kids to never return. 2.
Then all of a sudden, something very spooky start happening. Every time I came to the end of the block and stepped off the g*****n curve, I had this feeling that I never get to the other side of the street. I thought I just go down, down, down, and nobody'd ever seen again. Boy did scare me." (197).
01.05 Prompt 2 The short story, “The Story of an Hour”, is about a woman being told about her husband’s death. Her sister and her husband’s friend came to tell her the news the best they can, because Louise Mallard had heart trouble. When she was told the news of her husband, Brently’s death in a railroad accident she screamed and wept. Mrs. Mallard experienced many emotions.
“I hitchhiked up there, and lots of things happened to me. First I took a bus ride across the desert. I didn’t have much money, but I figured four or five dollars, it couldn’t cost much. In those days the bus used to stop anywhere, you could just flag it down. (Pg.18)”
President Roosevelt said “The time has come to inquire seriously what will happen when our forests are gone.” is one of the examples how President Roosevelt ’s and John Muir’s camping trip in Yosemite supported their goal to preserve nature. Some of the reasons how they supported their goal to preserve nature are they admired the place. Also, they fought for nature. Finally, they spent time in nature.
Before he 's been there twenty-four hours he quarrels with his neighbour. Before the week is over he 's quarreled so badly that he decides to move. Very like he finds the next street empty because all the people
It was a hot sunny day in the old Ray Valley. The roads were active that day, and so were the railroads. I stood on the baking, concrete platform; looking at my train ticket. I was deciding which train I would take. Before making a final decision, I checked my bag.
With an abrupt rattle and jerk, I was interrupted from my two-and-a-half hour uncomfortable van ride nap. Immediately, my nostrils were flooded with tropical coconuts, bananas, and citruses of nearby vendors and shacks. Drowned out by the rambunctious engines of motorcycle taxis were the passionate greetings of townspeople and the entire community. When I stepped out of the van, the horizon was noticeably stuffed with constant greenery and the humidity was so thick that I could almost chew it. The neighborhood seemed shabby and run-down, yet everyone smiled and treated one another like a big family.
The trail did not seem like it was ever going to end it stretched out for mile and miles and then miles after that but she kept walking. Finally i saw house on the horizon so i knew i was almost there. I finally trudged the whole trail and i ran into a big house at the trails end. The house seemed to be
I wake up the screeching of my alarm clock, prompting me to get out of bed even before the sun begins its day. Outside, the street is silent, but I cannot see far because of the morning fog. I was excited for the day, looking forward to the results of yesterday’s work. In the city of Houston, Texas, vastly different cultures collide.
We rushed to the hills quickly and took pictures before anybody Else could beat us to the inside of the place. “Time to go down into the cave “, said the tour guide. We Picked our partners and went down deep into the cave. While going down we were scared because we Thought we were going to get stuck and have no way out because we were 3 miles down into the cave. We got to the actual cave and took pictures then met with everybody else.
