Sentences with phrase «of bare trees»

The sculptural nature of this strength and geometry is emphasized even more so in her winter images of bare trees.

The Museum of Modern Art in New York holds one of his most beautifully subtle works, «Winter Scene,» a grayish field of bare trees.

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 buildings are surrounded by the skeletal outlines of bare trees, almost indistinguishable from their own shadows in the glare of the snow - covered ground.

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.

I love, too, the sculptural shape of bare trees.

I'm utterly obsessed with your tv console and the beauty of a bare tree too.

Tie bundles of bare tree and winterberry branches to the spindles on your staircase for an autumnal look.

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 deviof 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 deviOf Life,» we are plunged into a world of gangsters, Sugar Mamas, beatniks, bare knuckle brawlers and Romanian nuns fighting the deviof 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.