Green replaced brown and warmth replaced the cold. The surrounding scenery was lush and vibrant, far lusher and more vibrant than in the earlier months. Trees abounded with leaves and flowers, adding new and bright colors to my surroundings. Instead of brown skeletons overwhelming the terrain, green angels asserted their dominance. A cheerful sense of clutter accompanied these new colors and plants. Gusts of wind blew my hair, and I felt like a character in a movie, preparing to sing about freedom and happiness. The steady sound of crickets provided a heartbeat or metronome for the landscape. Out of the blue, a bird squawked out an alarm, blaring like an air horn. Though it was already 7:00 pm, I could still see the nature around me instead …show more content…
I received as many bites on the field trip as I did back home. However, the nature at the field lab grew more wildly than the nature at my special place beyond the path. I attributed part of that to the greater area; I could walk around the entirety of my special place within five minutes while it took almost five hours for me and Naomi to observe less than half of the field lab. Also, Castlegate worries about its image, so in turn, the neighborhood keeps all of the grass cut and the bushes trimmed. I enjoyed the contrast with the trimmed and monitored nature I see daily. The trees and grass around the field lab looked and felt free, and even though this frustrated me due to my many near falls, it exemplified what true nature is, or at least some semblance of that. Additionally, the field lab introduced me to different types of terrain. I observed a creek and a ravine, two features that I rarely see. The land at the field lab had an overwhelming amount of dips and twists, while my special place was primarily flat. Moreover, trees filled both areas. Something that amazes me about nature is the variety of trees and how they come in all shapes and sizes. Some have thin trunks, some have thick trunks, some have round leaves, some have thin leaves. All of the trees were unique, and I enjoyed seeing a variety at both my special place and the field
The purpose of this experiment is to determine the absolute configuration of an unknown chiral secondary alcohol using the competing enantioselective conversion (CEC) method. This method uses both R- and S- enantiomers of a chiral acyl-transfer catalyst called homobenzotetramisole (HBTM), in separate parallel reactions, and thin layer chromatography to identify the stereochemistry of the secondary alcohol, whether it be an R- or S- enantiomer. Quantitative analysis was performed using a program called ImageJ after the appropriate picture was taken of the stained TLC plate. The molecular structure of the unknown alcohol was identified using 1H NMR spectroscopy by matching the hydrogens to the corresponding peak.
After several miles of tromping through the thick, slimy mud, I reached the hill with the tree upon it. Panting, I raced towards the hill and begin to climb it. My foot slid on the slick ground, but I persevered. I reached the top of the hill and felt disappointed. Trees were supposed to be surrounded by other plants and teeming with wildlife. Not this tree. The mud I trudged through covered the hill, coating the tree’s roots. There were no other plants. In fact, as I looked around, I noticed tha...
I prepared myself for the upcoming adventurous day. I set out along a less-traveled path through the woods leading to the shore. I could hear every rustle of the newly fallen leaves covering the ground. The brown ground signaled the changing of seasons and nature's way of preparing for the long winter ahead. Soon these leaves would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The leaves still clinging to the trees above displayed a brilliant array of color, simultaneously showing the differences of each and the beauty of the entire forest.
Labrador Retrievers, also known as Labs, have long been regarded as the most suitable pet throughout the world. Labs are great family dogs. They have an average lifespan of 12-15 years. The English Lab originated from Great Britain and American Lab comes from America. They are working dogs that fall under the category “Gun Dog,” and need to live where there is a lot of room to roam.
In my opinion, the last story out of the four was the most powerful. As Tony Rayns wrote in Heard It Through the Grapevine, “It shows the short, frustrated life of a kid from Hubei who jumps off the balcony of a factory dormitory building in the south after suffering one setback too many” (Rayns). There were three moments from Xiao Hui’s story that had left a deep impression on me. The first scene being the part where Xiao Hui exchanged social account names with a girl named Lianrong at the night club he worked at. The names of their account caught my attention.
In Lab #5 five we will be exploring the cycle of copper through many chemical reactions. What we are going to do is take a piece of copper metal put it through a series of reactions that change it¡¦s state of matter and chemical formula, but in the end, we will return it to it¡¦s normal solid state. The idea of this lab is to try to recover as close to 100% of the copper we started with. Theoretically, this is possible, but for inexperienced college students, retrieving 100% of the copper metal is near impossible. There are five reactions that the copper will go through.
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
Pots and pans flew around the kitchen with several clangs. The air was filled with the fragrant smell of sugar and pandan. Just over in the living room, the news was flashing on the T.V. screen. “And the weather today will be…” the weatherman commentated as arrows and clouds danced around on the green-screened map behind him.
The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning to the four-story walk up I inhabited for the majority of my young life. Instead of the pavement surrounding my former building, the final turn of our seemingly endless journey revealed the sprawling grass expanse of a baseball field directly across from an unfamiliar driveway sloping in front of the red brick walls that eventually came to be know as home.
Coming from a more urban place going up I am use to concrete and tall building. The wilderness is something of a fantasy seen mostly in books. The tallest tree I’ve seen where I am from now seem small and insignificant, being here and being surrounded by nature some of which has been around for hundreds of years. In an article called ‘Walk on the Wilder side’ an English teacher experiences how detach from nature her students are firsthand. “Somewhere in the recent past her students had become the Net generation, weaned on electronic text, instant messages, and virtual reality. The gap between word and world had widened at the time when cotemporary environmental authors cry out for reconnection.” (Mary Ellen Dakin, 2011). A need to bridge the gap between kids that grow up in urban setting and nature itself has never been more important now. People are now spending so much time on their phones and computer not only can they get disconnected from nature, but they can also get disconnected from the world. When the English teacher in an urban area found that many of her student did not have a good understanding of the nature around them, she had them go outside and sit in a park and write about what they saw and heard. “She would see that they lack a vocabulary specific to the natural world, unable to name types of trees, birds, insect, grasses, flowers, and weeds they observed (one student would write
I wandered leisurely along the shadowy paths, enjoying the peaceful surroundings. With only the songs of birds for company, I felt completely isolated from the crowds and traffic as I walked over the deep carpet of leaves. It had begun to rain a litt le when I first started my journey. However, small patches of sunshine soon began to filter through the giant oaks, promising that the rest of may day would be pleasant.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.