Sentences with phrase «concrete sea wall»

Additional features include Tiled Floors, Broad Interior Stairway, specialty light fixtures, Security Bars, and a large private Balcony overlooking the Caribbean Sea, all on a clean and neatly landscaped yard with a concrete and chain - link fence and full concrete Sea Wall.

The National Audit Office's report on British coastal defences last year highlighted breaches of Hurst Spit in Hampshire, which «are due mainly to the construction of concrete sea walls and groynes further to the west in Christchurch Bay, which interrupted the natural drift of replenishing material».

Not exact matches

Against the Sea «Twice during the thirteen years since it was built has the great concrete wall along the waterfront of Galveston withstood the furious onslaughts of a raging sea lashed by a hurricane, and in each case the seawall has stood perfectSea «Twice during the thirteen years since it was built has the great concrete wall along the waterfront of Galveston withstood the furious onslaughts of a raging sea lashed by a hurricane, and in each case the seawall has stood perfectsea lashed by a hurricane, and in each case the seawall has stood perfectly.

A spokesperson for Baylor described a system of gates and concrete walls rising 15 meters above sea level.

The modern boutique property exists in perfect harmony with San Francisco Bay: from its concrete and timber pilings thrust directly into the water to the century - old sea wall that retains the courtyard and the porthole windows found throughout the hotel.

The orange concrete «breeze» bungalows face north towards the back of neighbouring Ngam Kho Resort, and while these do afford sea views, we'd opt for a log - walled edition facing west on the other side of the hill.

BEDROOM ONE: - Master bedroom with king - bed - Polished concrete floors and white walls - Ensuite bathroom split into three areas featuring, multi-faceted shower, bathtub, rain shower and garden - Air - conditioning and ceiling fan BEDROOM TWO: - King - sized four - poster bed with trundle incorporated — perfect for kids or a young family - Ensuite with outdoor shower and private terrace - Air - conditioning and ceiling fan BEDROOM THREE: - King - sized floating bed - Sliding door leading to ensuite featuring funky design and outdoor shower - Private terrace with garden views - Air - conditioning and ceiling fan BEDROOM FOUR: - Located in the guest pavilion along with bedroom five, this guest room features polished floors, walls and ceilings - King - sized bed - Glass doors opening onto a wooden deck beside a private swimming pool - Ensuite with tub facing the sea and an outdoor shower - Air - conditioning and ceiling fan BEDROOM FIVE: - Also located in the guest pavilion - King - sized bed - Huge walk - in robes and sitting area - Glass doors opening onto a wooden deck beside a private swimming pool - Ensuite with tub facing the sea, alfresco poolside rain shower and single washbasin - Air - conditioning and ceiling fan

Then, as the road after the road has winded down to sea level, you're greeted by a huge, newly constructed annex to KC Grande Resort where some of the rooms are either just a few metres from the main road or have views towards a concrete wall of the block in front.

Overlooking the Aegean Sea, each of the one - to - six - bedroom Greek Villas features an open terrace with sand - coloured marble floors, traditional dry stone - clad walls and concrete columns and cornices.

, 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,

The resulting film is an amalgamation of jarring contrasts, the hyper - realistic and colourful sea creatures completely at odds with the harsh concrete of the gallery walls, both highlighting the beauty in the other.