Not exact matches
Or in the winter when
trees now shivering
naked beg heaven for a blanket and down it comes thick and white, turning even a garbage can into an altar in praise
of God?
once they ate from the
tree of knowledge, they knew
naked human = bad.
Like, God created the heavens and the Earth and animals and it was like, this awesome all - inclusive primeval club - med for Adam and Eve — they ran
naked through the warm sunlight
of an idyllic paradise and everything was theirs for the taking — except for that one
tree that they were told to steer clear
of.
To go with the story
of Genesis, the ability to pluck the apple off the
tree and realize that we're utterly
naked.
I think it's interesting that one
of the first issues
of the fruit from the
Tree of the Knowledge
of Good and Evil was shame (I was
naked), yet the Father's response was redemptive (Who told you that you were
naked?)
In 1931, while he was working on his celebrated Bible etchings for art dealer Ambroise Vollard (1931 — 39, 1952 — 56), he first showed a
naked Isaac stretched out for ritual slaughter, Abraham with his knife raised, and the angel pointing to a ram caught not in «a thicket,» as the usual reading depicts, but in the roots
of a
tree.
They lived in the shade
of the
Tree of Life and were
naked and unashamed.
Having eaten
of the
tree of knowledge, they now saw themselves
naked, and shrank from exposure to his gaze.
(No offence on the yanks, you all my brothers but some
of your reporting still make us sound like we still walk around
naked and climb
trees for shelter out here)
While these Christmas
trees are
naked, and waiting to be bought, the smell
of pine is overwhelmingly sweet and whisks you away into a Winter wonderland.
I will be doing an entire post on our master bedroom Christmas decor soon, but for now I'm loving our
naked Christmas
tree from The king
of Christmas, &
of course our chandelier from Painted Fox that always steals the show.
• Husband and wife (Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg),
naked, fucking at the foot
of a great
tree, the flesh
of other lovers entwined in its roots — Antichrist...
All around the neighborhood, lights came on, and the
naked branches
of the
trees turned white.
Nights in the swamp were dark and star - lepered — our island was thirty - odd miles off the grid
of mainland lights — and although your
naked eye could easily find the ball
of Venus and the sapphire hairs
of the Pleiades, our mother's body was just lines, a smudge against the palm
trees.
We are passing Chimurenga Street where we've already harvested every guava
tree, maybe like two — three weeks ago when we see white curtains part and a face peer from a window
of the cream home with the marble statue
of the urinating
naked boy with wings.
He sees the fog wafting from the soil beneath the
naked trees, a hesitant fog with a hint
of violet.
In the winter when its tangled
trees are
naked of foliage, you can see past their branches and catch a view
of the city's signature skyline in the distance: The Jin Mao Tower, the Shanghai World Financial Center, and Shanghai Tower.
I'd bet that the Pratchett / Snuff typo was the result
of using an optional hyphenation code or a non-breaking space or something equally silly; installed by a lazy typesetter to fix a run in a dead
tree edition, missed when generating the output epub because it was (a) standards compliant (i.e. used the right character codeset), (b) invisible to the
naked eye when previewing the DTP file on screen, and (c) the epub reader they looked at the file in didn't have the same bug as Amazon's file filter and displayed it correctly.
It was this very casual - looking photograph
of a group
of naked teenagers in a
tree in the middle
of the night, but I started thinking to myself, «Well, it looks like it's lit with a klieg light, which means you have to rent this gigantic contraption... and then how do you power that in the middle
of the forest?»
About it Tillmans said, «Two people sitting
naked in a
tree is hardly a documentary picture, but it was somehow instantly seen as a picture
of the zeitgeist,
of the reality.»
Amanda Charchian's photograph
of model and activist India Menuez (India In Woodstock, 2013) shows her as a young sprite
naked in a forest with her hair wrapped around the trunk
of a
tree, offering a glimpse into the feminine divine communing with nature.
The exhibited paintings offer a vivid and unmistakably voyeuristic perspective
of naked, male opponents fighting amidst a recurring scene
of a lone
tree, a dog as witness, and a bright, yellow sun held in a lavender sky.
In his show
of new work at Lehmann Maupin, the British art - provocateur Billy Childish seems to be looking back to a bygone era; his paintings
of birch
trees,
naked women, flowers in vases, and his own visage immediately evoke the swirling compositions
of van Gogh, a comparison that pleases Childish.
Her parents were
tree - planters, hired by logging companies to repopulate the large swaths
of land left
naked by clear cutting forestry operations...
I'm not sure whether dancing
naked around the
Tree of Yamal might help, but you never know, do you?
When you see a
tree in the forest you don't think «that
tree's
naked, it needs a bit
of tinsel».
thinking
of having
naked trees next year!