Sentences with phrase «trees at dusk»

Large Trees at Dusk (1962) was one of several paintings and drawings in 1961 and 1962 which introduced a boldness of form and a more pronounced moodiness.

I thought I grew out of the flags and the happy - clappy Jesus - is - my - boyfriend songs, that I was too wise and smart for such sentimental things but in my maturity now I want to shout out hallelujah and fling myself to the ground prostrate, in gratitude for dirt and little boys, for babies and the lines around my eyes, for Johnny Cash and pine trees at dusk, for the taste of cold water and the vineyard, for the piano and the ones from among us who stand to lead us out into the day singing.

This season we have an «India Spice Market meets Joshua Tree at dusk» color palette.

I took a shot of my fig tree at dusk, and while the background leaves look a little fuzzy, the ripening figs look sharp, and you get a nice contrast of colors between the purplish ones and the still - green fruit.

Another shot of the tree at dusk (which was 3 pm here in Seattle!

Not exact matches

Berry concludes «The Amish Economy» with: «But now, in summer dusk, a man / Whose hair and beard curl like spring ferns / Sits under the yard trees, at rest, / His smallest daughter on his lap.

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.

I heard a rustle of slowly decaying leaves from the apple tree in the middle of our garden at dusk and I swear it was fraught with emotive... like, vibrational THINGS.

Stay tuned because I have some night shots (actually dusk shots) for you at the end of my post of our tree!

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

Your exploring could take you down south to the Amazon jungle where a bounty of treasures awaits - sloths in the trees, night hikes to spot stick insects that are usually only spotted by the finely tuned eyes of your specialist guide, and boat rides out at dusk to watch out for the sneaky cayman.

A colony of bats inhabits a small section of the parkland behind Mudlo Street, flying out at dusk as 1000's of Rainbow Lorakeets return to roost in the palm trees at the Marina Mirage.

Now for his first exhibition at Betty Cuningham Gallery, recently relocated from Chelsea to the Lower East Side, twenty - four watercolors of his «experience of coming dawn or falling dusk» are matched with a single, monumental oil on canvas, nine by twelve feet, called Tree of Birds (2014).4 In this latest large work depicting a mountain in Australia, rain clouds blot out the sun.