Sentences with phrase «lying under the sand»

A full tonne of plutonium may be lying under the sand, buried among thousands of tonnes of solid wastes.

Not exact matches

The land area of Florida (170,000 km ²) and England (130,395 km ²) are similar to the land area under which lies Alberta's oil sands deposits (140,000 km ²), so the implication is that, once these deposits are all extracted, the land area will be disturbed.

Yet, here and there, buried under timbers or lying loose in the sand, rope has been discovered still neatly coiled and fragile objects have been uncovered intact, suggesting a quiet end.

In Washington and Jackson Parks a layer of sand that lies naturally under 2 1/2 feet of soil leaves trees vulnerable to gusty winds and downpours, Schwerner said.

By analyzing the composition of sand from the island of Mauritius (shown here), researchers learned that a microcontinent may lie under the ocean.

People are drawn to the coast, whether it's to play in the surf, build sand castles, take long strolls at sunset, lie out under... Read More...

The resort provides various leisure and entertainment options both under water, among dolphins and sea turtles, as well as on land, lying in the sand at the beach or next to one of the 5 swimming pools.

It is wonderful to be able to walk out from your beachfront or garden bungalow or poolside villa a few steps onto the soft sand under a garden of Pacific almond and palm trees, lie in a hammock or on one of the lounge chairs, or walk down the beach.

I've been watching the stars lying in the sand dunes of southern Sahara listening to the tunes of Festival au Desert, I have been working as a volunteer with waste water management in Kenya, I have got myself a family in Kenya, I have been driving an ambulance 18 200 kilometers from Norway to Mongolia, I have been waking up in my tent in Kyrgyzstan with a view that brings tears to my eyes, I have been dancing to the drums under the trees in a remote village in Mali, I have been dancing all night long in a local club in Bamako, I have visited National Parks in South Africa, Ghana, Kenya and Uganda, I have worked as a volunteer in a vegetarian restaurant in Ghana, — and I have loved every moment of it.

If you are looking forward to lying under a palm tree on a comfortable lounger accompanied by a delicious cocktail in hand listening to music or want to sunbathe on white sand beaches next to crystal clear, turquoise blue water that only the Caribbean can offer, this is the beach break for you!.

Sand castles, splashing, sunbathing, lying down with a good read under a parasol, or simply sitting back to enjoy the exotic views... all are welcome.

The ever - changing weed banks that lie buried under the sand along the western beach, and occasionally on the eastern beach, deceive even experienced drivers.

Today, the city lies buried under sand, the world's most opulent ruin.

The oil embedded in the sand lies under 140,000 km2 of forests, equivalent to the size of England.

, 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 tar sands lie under approximately 142,000 square kilometres of Alberta, an area about the size of England.