Tie bundles
of bare tree and winterberry branches to the spindles on your staircase for an autumnal look.
I'm utterly obsessed with your tv console and the beauty
of a bare tree too.
I love, too, the sculptural shape
of bare trees.
Recurring images
of bare trees against the sky evoke the eponymous tormentor's fingers, and dark coats worn by guests at a birthday party make the event more resemble a wake.
The buildings are surrounded by the skeletal outlines
of bare trees, almost indistinguishable from their own shadows in the glare of the snow - covered ground.
Displayed in casually elegant arrays, in odd corners and on the stairs, Tillmans» images take us from total photographic abstraction to a tiny black - and - white image
of bare trees, from a colourful closeup of a car's headlight to a portrait of an onion.
The Museum of Modern Art in New York holds one of his most beautifully subtle works, «Winter Scene,» a grayish field
of bare trees.
The sculptural nature of this strength and geometry is emphasized even more so in her winter images
of bare trees.
Not exact matches
Teenagers climbed on each other's shoulders to reach the
bare limbs
of trees, where they climbed higher.
(I Peter 2:24)» Who His own self
bare our sins in His own body on the
tree, that we being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness, by whose stripes ye were healed» God is not finished, at all, with THE NATION
of Israel.
As the leaves fall from the
trees and the earth goes brown and
bare, the church contemplates the end as well — the end
of our lives in death and the end
of the world with Christ's coming.
I particularly like this one because it reminds me
of myself at the moment — a
bare and lonley
tree who can not even see the beauty, the wealth
of colors around itself.
Through his struggle and in the process
of surrender God probably revealed the following to him as he says, «In God's garden
of grace even a broken
tree bares fruit»
(See, for example: 1 Corinthians 1:30: «But
of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who
of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption»; 1 Thessalonians 1:9 - 10: «For they themselves shew
of us what manner
of entering in we had unto you, and how ye turned to God from idols to serve the living and true God; And to wait for his Son from heaven, whom he raised from the dead, even Jesus, which delivered us from the wrath to come»; 1 Peter 2:24: «Who his own self
bare our sins in his own body on the
tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed..»)
They are people who show mercy to those in need even if that person doesn't like them (the Samaritan would've assumed a Jew lying in the ditch would've been horrified to be touched by a non-Jew), because doing the right thing regardless
of self - interest is an inherently non-pagan thing to do; making it an indicator
of godliness (a good
tree baring good fruit).
I'm curled up in the corner
of the couch in the light
of the Christmas
tree and she is sitting in the chair across from me, her feet up, her face washed and
bare.
«As I leave the
bare expanse
of the rock and go in under the
trees again, I am aware that I move in the landscape as one
of its details» (Recollected Essays, p. 241).
There are even buds forming on some
of the neighbourhood
trees and shrubs, and I know that it won't be long before the
bare branches
of the cherry
trees lining our street are alive with blossoms.
Part
of you died each year when the leaves fell from the
trees and their branches were
bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light.
I watched many
of them trudge up the mountain in flip - flops or
bare feet, after a long afternoon working in the blazing sun or drizzling rain, carrying heavy
tree trunks for reforestation on their heads.
Water droplets hang on the branches
of my
bare cherry
tree.
The ends are split wide, the two halfbacks and the fullback arrayed close behind the line
of scrimmage, and Bork, as isolated as a
tree on a
bare prairie, takes his station eight to 10 yards back
of the center.
Days later the bottom half
of the
tree was totally
bare because DS kept grabbing ornaments.
Walking on these
bare wood floors with
bare feet feels heavenly, and for some reason (even though I imagine they have been painted for so very long) makes me feel all that closer to the original state
of the house, the wood and
trees that it is built
of, and the hardworking hands
of the very people who built it.
There is a big circle in the middle
of bare grass where my husband moved an apple
tree last year, and the patio is split into two, so is pretty useless.
Having grown up in Florida, I rarely witnessed the evolution
of a
tree from season to season: the buds about to burst, the flowers that precede the leaves, the vibrant fall foliage, and, not to be left out, the
bare branches
of winter.
I cut a large
tree with
bare limbs from a piece
of brown.
In response to criticisms
of the challenges facing the Free SHS programme, NPP Member
of Parliament for Gomoa West, Alex Abban, has said that it is better for students to sit on
bare floor without desks, or study under
trees than hawk on the streets without being educated.
Lavender dusk limned by a horizon
of bare brown
trees.
Then came the destruction
of the Mau Forest, and the area above and on either side
of the farm was «denuded
of trees and overgrazed, down to
bare Earth.
But several years ago, foresters began noticing that the crowns
of the big
trees appeared unhealthy, with
bare limbs and little new growth.
As North America chilled, «tropical
trees there started dying off and the oaks were able to spread across the continent,» explains co-author Jeannine Cavender -
Bares, an evolutionary ecologist at the University
of Minnesota in Minneapolis.
The First Evirogenomic Profile Near Acadia National Park in northeastern Maine, I feel the frigid wind blow off the ocean at the Mount Desert Island Biological Laboratory, a cluster
of buildings enveloped in snow and surrounded by winter -
bare trees.
I've got not one, but TWO
trees up One
of them is in the background
of this photo all decorated, the other is still kind
of bare except for the star.
It's that time
of year again: the
trees are
bare, snow is on the ground (in many places), and winter is definitely here!
While doing so, be
bare - foot on grass, soil, or stone, or rest your palms on the trunks
of trees.
Kind
of like when you're picking out a Christmas
tree and need to make sure there aren't any «
bare» spaces.
The apple
trees were pretty
bare at this time
of year, but we still picked a few pounds
of pippins, red delicious, rubies, and granny smiths, all
of which ended up in a pie I made later that night — JUST CALL ME QUEEN DOMESTIC.
The days are getting chillier and most
of the
trees are
bare and before we know it, everything will be blanketed in snow.
I'm so glad I took these photos when I did, because a lot
of the
trees here are already
bare from leaves which makes me sad.
Most
of the grasses are brown,
trees are
bare and pastures and fields have died down.
I personally love the look
of a
bare flocked
tree though.
It kind
of stinks that all the
trees are
bare now.
First stop off the subway was the famous NY fashion week spot Bryant Park, and even though the
trees were
bare it only added to the beauty
of the place and its surrounding buildings, such as the black and gold one that I love!
In case your approach
of fall is a bit similar to the one
of Ernest Hemingway (who declares that when the leaves fall from the
trees and their branches are
bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light, part
of you dies).
Instead
of pondering our navels in the transcendental state achieved while watching the gorgeous and meditative «Tree Of Life,» we are plunged into a world of gangsters, Sugar Mamas, beatniks, bare knuckle brawlers and Romanian nuns fighting the devi
of pondering our navels in the transcendental state achieved while watching the gorgeous and meditative «
Tree Of Life,» we are plunged into a world of gangsters, Sugar Mamas, beatniks, bare knuckle brawlers and Romanian nuns fighting the devi
Of Life,» we are plunged into a world
of gangsters, Sugar Mamas, beatniks, bare knuckle brawlers and Romanian nuns fighting the devi
of gangsters, Sugar Mamas, beatniks,
bare knuckle brawlers and Romanian nuns fighting the devil.
The near - drowning
of the Nash baby, for instance, was accomplished through computer - compositing; leaves were put on
bare trees for sequences shot in the wintertime that were supposed to convey a summer setting; pigeons were fabricated in A Beautiful Mind's cleverest moment... I truly am a CGI born - again after watching this doc.
I like Terrence Malick, and have a high tolerance for Malickian flourishes like 20 - minute up - skirt shots
of trees and meditative voiceovers that obscure the
barest wisp
of a plot.
«Call Me by Your Name» Whereas most filmmakers are limited to two senses to convey their vision — sight and sound — Italian director Luca Guadagnino somehow manages to suggest all five: The taste
of tree - ripened apricots, the smell
of dinner being prepared downstairs, the feel
of warm sun on
bare flesh.
Rope climbing couplings, called carabiners, was attached to the teddy
bare and it was hung from a
tree branch about six inches
of the ground.