Tall, Lofty, green palmetto line the sidewalks of the colorful, historical homes that survey Battery Park. The park is filled laughter and conversations of natives and tourist of many ages enjoying the day. An infusion of jasmine and white gardenia fill the air. Battery Park in Charleston, South Carolina, is inspirational to me because of its sights, sound and smells.
When I enter the park I am welcomed by tall, great, oaks that shadow the grayish dirt paths. It leads to a plush green patch of St Augustine is that beautifully maintained in the center of the park. From here I am able to enjoy the view of the Ashely River and the people that occupy the park on this late, sunny afternoon. I set out my bamboo mat beside a vast, towering, oak tree covered in Spanish moss; its foliage arches over me providing me shade. As I set up my tripod; joggers and walkers are passing on the trails with curtesy waves and smiles. I remove my Nikon camera and lens from its rectangular, black, cushioned bag and make an attempting
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The disturbance of the waves cause the seagulls to take flight squawking with dismay. A horse’s drawn carriage is heard approaching in the distance by the sounds of clopping as it hits the asphalt pavement. The wheels of the carriage make a subtle screech as it strains to a stop. A man with a microphone proceeds to energetically recite the historic significance of the harbor to its patrons. While the banter from the patrons and man with a microphone dies down; wild clicking and snapping of camera marks the commencement to the next destination. As the ambiance of nature begins situate itself until an unknown melody of a string quartet interjects from a distance. The violins vibrate the buoyant sounds of a conversation with the cello and viola. The pitch franticly high and then low as if it was a dramatic opening piece from an
It is true that the essence of any story is emphasised through distinctively visual images created for the audience. The ability of any composer- an artist with paint brushes, a musician with chords or the writer with words- to entice and evoke is at the centre of a narrative. Both Peter Goldsworthy’s novel Maestro and Beneath Clouds by Iven Sen evoke emotions in the responder through distinctively visual elements and exploration of the concepts appearance versus reality and influence of environment.
As the ship plowed the sea for eight days, the chugging rhythm of its engines reverberated in Ted’s head: Da-da-DA-da-da-DUM-DUM, da-DA-da-da-DUM (Morgan, 80). Even after the Kungsholm had been docked for days, this rhythm was still stuck in his head. Taking Helen’s suggestion, he set out to develop a story around the rhythm, using the shipboard notes that began with “a stupid horse and a wagon (Morgan, 81).
...e when they join in since it is the first time in the whole symphony to hear something like that. The chorus ascends against single notes played by the harp. Upper woodwinds come back as the chorus fades but comes back again and stays until the very end of the piece.
Some of the most intriguing stories of today are about people’s adventures at sea and the thrill and treachery of living through its perilous storms and disasters. Two very popular selections about the sea and its terrors are The Perfect Storm by Sebastian Junger and “The Wreck of the Hesperus” by Henry Longfellow. Comparison between the two works determines that “The Wreck of the Hesperus” tells a more powerful sea-disaster story for several different reasons. The poem is more descriptive and suspenseful than The Perfect Storm, and it also plays on a very powerful tool to captivate the reader’s emotion. These key aspects combine to give the reader something tangible that allows them to relate to the story being told and affects them strongly.
A Comparison in the Presentation of the ‘Horrors of War’ in Birdsong and A Journey’s End
...se on both the tenor and alto flute, one an octave higher than the other. While the return of the verse and the flute’s soothing sound give this ending a vague happy feeling, the contrast between the flutes’ pitches and timbres cannot help but leave the listener with a feeling of tension and apprehension over what will ensue.
It is fascinating to observe social interactions in a large place. More importantly, analyzing how people interact on grounds of social stratification, power, wealth, prestige, ascribed status, and achieved status. Last weekend, I visited Boston Common Park to purposely observe how people are interacting with one another. I was equipped with a notebook to jot down some important observations in light of the aforementioned elements of social interaction. My interest was drawn towards a wedding being officiated at this venue with people coming from diverse backgrounds being present at the venue. This event provided the perfect scene for identifying various ethnographic phenomena.
The same line is repeated ecstatically by the quartet, which soars upward to it’s peak. The orchestra and chorus re-enter at a rapid tempo to bring the movement to its conclusion.
The first movement is in sonata form - Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso. Strings and horns appear from the distance as if they had been already playing out of earshot. The music gradually intensifies in volume until the final explosion into the first subject. Then this whole process is repeated. The first movement shows a contrast of emotion that seems to return in the recapitulation befor...
The road is higher than the land around the falls so there is a small hill. The hillside is full of trees stripped of all their leaves except for the evergreens which are still look like they're holding on to last of their pines. The main area of the park is no more than a wedge of land covered in moss. There is little grass growing out of the ground in the areas that aren't walked on. There are also some trees and tree stumps around the land. I was confused to why there would be tree stumps, seeing that this is a state park and should be as untouched as possible. I continued walking, still with my head as close to my shoulders as I humanly possible. Neighboring the stream is a few ugly concrete picnic tables along with small fire pits. The fire pits are essentially cinderblocks with one metal rack on top but look like they've only been used a number of times. I also thought that who would actually want to cook something so
It is clear that Beethoven’s stands as being significant in development of the string quartet to a massive extent in creativity and innovation. His early quartets show great influence of those from the Classical period and with his own, has influenced his contemporaries and later composers. The quartets published later in his life show even greater imagination and use of expression. It is also through similar uses of texture, harmony, rhythm and counterpoint that composers of the Romantic period and the 20th century wrote their own string quartets. Beethoven’s however prove a huge advancement in how string quartets are written and the intensity of emotions that they portray.
The story possesses amazingly vivid description. This attention to detail affords the reader the greatest degree of reading pleasure. Crane paints such glorious images in reader's mind with his eloquence. "The morning appeared finally, in its splendor, with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the tips of waves"(387). Artistic sentences of such caliber are not often found. The reader is left with a terrific vision of the perilous sea maintaining its beauty amongst the violence of the wind. "Their back- bones had become thoroughly used to balancing in the boat and they now rode this wild colt of a dinghy like circus men"(378). Here, again, Crane uses splendid detail to capture the essence of the chaotic situation.
On September 9th, 2017 at approximately 7 p.m., I went to Gracedale Public Park to carefully conduct my observation on the individuals, who were at the park and their specific activities in the one hour of time. When I got there, the weather was beautiful with soft winds, a clear sky and with some dim sunlight. The park was full of people of all ages. Though, there were more kids than adults and some teenagers. There were many bicycles and strollers parked beside the tree I sat under. After a couple of minutes, the park filled up with more and more individuals and everyone seemed busy doing their own actions.
The first movement felt as though it was the beginning of a riddle sure to be solved later in the symphony. It began with a sense of suspense with all basic elements of music: tonality, melody, and rhythm. The entire first movement was of an established sonata, between all instruments. However, what caught my attention was the mumble of the low strings which erupted into violins. I was on the edge of my seat for what was to come.
When you think about New York, you think about Times Square, The Statue of Liberty, or The Empire State Building, however most people are blind to other attractions going on all the time. Since I am from the wonderful state of New York, I can fill you in on other attractions. New York City is way more than just a big, blooming, business city. Let me help you, by getting that sky scrapper image out of your head, and inform you on one of the oldest, most beautiful places to visit, containing plenty of attractions for one to do.