A small country
home at dusk with the porch light on reads both as a safe house and as defenseless outpost against the dark woods surrounding it.
And in 2007, Barth produced Sundial, a series of photographs in
her home at dusk.
We spent our time playing, never caring, coming
home at dusk to the calls from our parents.
Not exact matches
Within the last week since I've been
home I've noticed so many things that I hadn't realized I'd missed, like the way light shines between the trees in the hours before
dusk, waking to the pitter patter of rain, cool winds and the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, the endless blue sky and all its big billowy clouds — so many things I was never too exceptionally amazed by growing up but now can't seem to stop staring
at.
We recently moved to a new
home near a creek, so the mosquitos
at dusk are ferocious.
The reality is that we're a busy bunch of people, and if we're truly serious about maximizing our quality of life, slamming down a quick protein shake so we can get to the office a little earlier might mean we can leave earlier, too, and get
home in time for a date with the significant other, a hike
at dusk, or an extra couple chapters on that great book we've been meaning to read.
I myself, Frank Bascombe, was mugged on Coolidge Street, one street over, late in April, spiritedly legging it
home from a closing
at our realty office just
at dusk, a sense of achievement lightening my step, stiff hoping to catch the evening news, a bottle of Roederer - a gift from a grateful seller I'd made a bundle for - under my arm.
Introduction: In Mr. Mortenson's Orbit Chapter 1: Failure Chapter 2: The Wrong Side of the River Chapter 3: «Progress and Perfection» Chapter 4: Self - Storage Chapter 5: 580 Letters, One Check Chapter 6: Rawalpindi's Rooftops
at Dusk Chapter 7: Hard Way
Home Chapter 8: Beaten by the Braldu Chapter 9: The People Have Spoken Chapter 10: Building Bridges Chapter 11: Six Days Chapter 12: Haji Ali's Lesson Chapter 13: «A Smile Should Be More Than a Memory» Chapter 14: Equilibrium Chapter 15: Mortenson in Motion Chapter 16: Red Velvet Box Chapter 17: Cherry Trees in the Sand Chapter 18: Shrouded Figure Chapter 19: A Village Called New York Chapter 20: Tea with the Taliban Chapter 21: Rumsfeld's Shoes Chapter 22: «The Enemy Is Ignorance» Chapter 23: Stones into Schools Acknowledgments
At dusk, check with flash light under porches and bushes near your
home.
Stand
at the mouth of the Tamar River
at dusk and you can have fairy penguins walk right by your feet and through your legs on their way
home.
As
dusk falls, get ready for the main event
at Summerland Beach, as Victoria's largest colony of little penguins return
home from a day of fishing
at sea, waddling their way up the sands to their burrows.
Experience the world famous Penguin parade
at dusk and witness hundreds of Little Penguins cross Summerland Beach on their way
home for the night.
In Yomawari: Night Alone, a young girl is walking her dog Poro around town
at dusk when a tragic accident forces her to return
home with only Poro's leash in hand.
The result is a careful study of his immediate surroundings, notably the view out over his backyard in different seasons, the view across the street
at dusk, or interior and exterior views of his
home.
At dusk, after a delightful dinner, we will head out again and «peep» into the cozily lit
homes.