Sentences with phrase «bright wild looking»

Thinking outside of the box and Bright Wild looking creations is my style.

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Wow, this Wild Garlic Pesto looks so bright!

Z Spoke by Zac Posen took the cake, as «wild» nail art with bright colors and designs wowed on - looking ingénues in the audience.

This looks like plenty of protein and egg yolks, both rich sources of amino acids and B vitamins; lots of veggies and antioxidants (think bright colors); and essential fatty acids from wild fish and sardines.

Anytime I've ever used something with wild carrot seed oil in it, my skin has always seemed to look and feel brighter and more radiant — the «glow» we are all after.

You can keep it simple with suspenders in a basic block color, or go wild with bright, patterned suspenders for a more daring and unique look.

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As for the year freshly put to rest, readers put it in their hurt lockers, but allegorical aliens, wild things, public enemies, and idle teens shuffled the rest of the lineup, and many looked skyward for bittersweet tidings (Up # 7, Up in the Air # 8, Bright Star # 11).

Pet birds are attracted to bright colors, especially red, orange and yellow, because that is what they would look for in the wild when searching for ripe fruits and vegetables.

Apparently the bright and almost cartoonish looking Breath of the Wild is going to be much dark than anyone expected.

She further posted that it does not mean Legend Of Zelda Breath Of The Wild can't be a launch title, but chances for Mario 3D look much brighter.

Big, bright and capable of some stunning contrast and colours, it makes Breath of the Wild look every bit as good in the palms of your hands as it does on a telly.

The young Miami native's wild and vibrant symphonies on the canvas (think furious Cezanne - like brushstrokes, splashes of windex blue, and spring green that's so bright it looks acidic) depict the devil as inhabiting a luscious yet spooky space (gnarled trees, rickety houses with potion - like smoke billowing in the windows) where men go to contemplate alone and flirt with destiny.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Here at Wave Hill, look for it along the Shade Border, where these bright little beauties were found, and in the Wild Garden.

The Future Looks Bright for Natural Gas - Fired Power Generation but Price Volatility Is a Wild Card

Not only is this green color really out of place in their new home that mostly consists of blue tones, a whole lot of airy, bright white and worn, coastal wood, but it looks like a wild beast came and ravaged these things!