Sentences with phrase «across open plains»

As I stride across the open plains in search of my quarry, pausing briefly to brutalise a flock of velociraptors with a pair of combat bagpipes, I can't help but wonder why I've put myself through all this again.

Traverse a fantastical open world: explore forgotten ruins, caves and shipwrecks, trade with merchants and dwarven smiths in cities, and hunt across the open plains, mountains and seas.

But the real rains start in July, as storm after storm churns and sweeps across the open plains, rinsing the dust from the air, before spinning out into the open waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

Not exact matches

As a man who sees women in all their beauty in the later part of their life, the opening to this blog comes across as women being just plain «bored» with the men they share a living space with.

Becker notes the crater coincides in age with the breakup of Gondwanaland, the opening of the Indian Ocean, and extreme volcanism across the Siberian plains — plus, of course, the massive extinction.

The minute Josh Brolin walks across the plains, looking for the money he and the viewer knows must be there, No Country opens up and swallows the viewer.

From the opening shot of a distant train making its slow journey toward the camera across flat plains ringed by Montana's mountains, the audience knows they're in for one of those subtle, low - key American art films.

Tree - lined toboggan runs that wriggle and thump downhill, fast open roads that cut across lush plains and plunge into pine forests, and, finally, a little circuit you may have heard of that's set into the most extreme topography of this Eifel region of Germany.

Building the railway across such a great landmass is perhaps one of the most important and integral industrialisation processes in history; the arrival of trains on the rolling plains and sandy canyons of the US and Canada opened up the entire continent, making it possible to traverse in a matter of days rather than the months pioneers had spent dangerously tackling the wilderness by wagon train.

From here we head across the vast open saltbush plains of north eastern South Australia to the New South Wales border into the Barrier Ranges and on into Broken Hill.

For although this reluctant resolution may simply be motivated by the mundane tragedy of my own private aging, it has become increasingly clear to me in recent years that much of my current thinking about art was shaped rather decisively (if very indirectly) by that filial experience, and much of the conjecture I am seeking to flesh out in this essay is directly influenced by my first encounters with art — encounters which first took place and shape in front of my father's modest but well - balanced library, in his ateliers (he must have moved house every two years or so for a whole damned decade), at the opening receptions for the many group shows he was in, throughout the late 1970s and early to mid-1980s, in villages, towns and cities scattered across the Flemish plains.