Back in my hometown, there’s a park called Hesperia Lakes. This park has a small lake where we can freely fish the small population of the lake. There are also ducks that can be fed. I have early memories of this lake. The early memories of this lake are mostly of the grass. Grass that was very green and would stain whatever I was wearing. The grass always was fully watered to the point where if I was not cautious about the step I took I could easily slip. In many cases, that is exactly what happened, upsetting my mother because many pair of pants would end up ruined with grass stains. With time, the grass became less important to me. I enjoyed spending more time on the small playground available in the center of the park. I enjoyed swinging …show more content…
The lake is not very large but I did not run for the distance. I enjoyed running because of the people that I would stop to chatter with about their days and ask how there fishing was going. The small yet very intimate stories they would share with me are what made running worth it. On Saturdays, the soccer field in the back of the main park would always be a place of commotion as numerous teams would be getting ready for friendly yet competitive games. Kids of all ages in uniforms ready to start playing as families and friends would gather around to cheer them on. Hesperia Lakes is a common ground where my hometown folks would come and no longer be strangers. Neighbors would actually get to know each other and friendships would be created, even if they only lasted for a few hours. This piece of land as small and insignificant as it seems to some, is a place I hold close to my heart. If I were to visit Hesperia Lakes today it would be different from the memories that I …show more content…
I no longer fear slipping if I don’t watch my steps. The grass isn’t that dark green color that covered the entire area. Now we have patches of cement where more picnic tables have been placed but no one really uses. The ground has patches of dry grass and in some places even just dirt because there is no longer any grass. I notice that the trees above are not as full as they used to be. The amount of shade the trees used to provide is diminishing. The hot sun now warms the swing seats to a temperature that is uncomfortable to sit on. The cooler months still settle in, yet there is no more pile of leaves to land on at the end of the slide. The lake water is a green color now, and fishes are scarce. The ducks bug visitors for food and people don’t come out to fish as often as they used to. I still go running around the lake, but I miss the conversations I had with the families around the lake. Saturdays are still very busy for the park. Teams have to stand and wait for a majority of the time until goal posts are available considering the field has been shrunk in order to save water that was being used to water the
In the essay “Once More to the Lake,” E.B. White, uses diction and syntax to reveal the main character’s attitude towards the lake in Maine. He has an uncertain attitude towards the lake throughout the essay because he is unsure of who he is between him and his son. On the ride there White, pondering, remembering old memories, keeps wondering if the lake is going to be the same warm place as it was when he was a kid. The lake is not just an ordinary lake to White, it’s a holy spot, a spot where he grew up every summer. “I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot-the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps” (29). White’s diction and syntax
Nature has a powerful way of portraying good vs. bad, which parallels to the same concept intertwined with human nature. In the story “Greasy Lake” by T. Coraghessan Boyle, the author portrays this through the use of a lake by demonstrating its significance and relationship to the characters. At one time, the Greasy Lake was something of beauty and cleanliness, but then came to be the exact opposite. Through his writing, Boyle demonstrates how the setting can be a direct reflection of the characters and the experiences they encounter.
Greasy Lake was once beautiful and clear until the actions of humanity changed it to something that was filled with chaos and destruction. The Native Americans used to call Greasy lake Wakan, which was a reference to its clear waters (Boyle 570). The narrator says that, “Now it was fetid and murky, the mud banks glittering with broken glass and strewn with beer cans and the charred remains of the bonfires” (Boyle 570). The lake acts a symbol because this was where the youth went to party and have the times of their lives. These characters went to Greasy Lake because to them, this was “nature” (Boyle 570). Moreover, the desolate lake could have been a representation of the people who went there in search of fun. The “bad” characters who visited Greasy Lake were associated with the transfiguration of the lake. This once beautiful lake was now a party site which, “…is associated with decay and destruction…”
"Once More to the Lake," by E.B. White is a short story in which White recalls his annual summer vacations to the lake, and in turn develops a conflict within himself regarding the static and dynamic characteristics of this lake, and their relation to the changes that White himself is experiencing as he is growing older. When White takes his son to the lake, he comes to the sharp realization that certain aspects of both the lake and himself are different, and with a sense of reminiscence, White takes us from the time his father first took him to the lake, and tells the new story of his most recent visit when he is no longer a boy, but a father, showing his son this "holy place" for the very first time. Throughout the story, White comments on how many of the elements of the lake have changed, and how other things have stayed constant with the passage of time.
There is no better feeling in this world than to be outdoors with nature, especially when there are numerous activities to dabble in. Often times people take for granted the sentimental value that they can experience by simply walking through a park. God created the Earth to be beautiful and peaceful, and people need to keep it that way. I have always shared a love of the outdoors with my dad and my brother. We have gone on numerous camping, hiking, fishing, and star-gazing trips ever since I can remember. It was no surprise to me when my dad decided to buy a lake house on Hyco Lake, right outside of Roxboro. We got a really good deal on the house, so my dad decided that Hyco Lake was the perfect spot.
Buckeye Lake is a very important place to a lot of people in central Ohio. After the Ohio Canal was shut down in 1894 the lake became a state park, with the lake itself covering 4000 acres and having thirty miles of shoreline (Buckeye Lake, para. 12). The lake became a vacation spot for families across central Ohio, looking for a day or weekend of leisure, earning it the nickname “Playground of Ohio”, a place close to home where they could swim and play in the water. It became even more popular when cottages, hotels, businesses, and even an amusement park starting popping up along the banks of the
Although, we know everything changes as time goes on. During his childhood years the lake was quiet, with little nature and a lack of main roads. “The lake had never been what you would call a wild lake. There were cottages sprinkled around the shores, and it was in farming although the shores of the lake were quite heavily wooded.” (pg. 1-2) This shows that the way he remembers the lake it is similar to the way he sees the lake now and he is accepting that he is no longer a teen and no longer the son, but now the father with
Cromer Park is a refurbished park designed with sports amenities like a cricket pitch, soccer field, and sportsfield lighting. Other amenities in the park include a viewing platform, kiosk, and public toilets.
The Seven Falls State Park, is a park located in Higganum, Connecticut. It is right along the border of Middletown and Haddam. This side of the town is home to many tree-infested areas and countless streams connecting it to the Connecticut River. The entrance to the park is off of Saybrook Road. The parking lot takes up about a quarter of the land, which makes me think of this as more of a commuter lot than anything. The parking lot is made from black gravel and is gated by recycled telephone poles. As you park your car, you immediately can tell it is Winter. The air is crisp, showing my breath as I cough from seasonal allergies. I immediately throw my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, bow my head, and hop over the fence to the field. As I stop and scan the land i realize how dead it is.
Food can be provided to insects and other small creatures from the vegetation in the trees and the grass across the park. The park could also provide timber from the trees, if they were to be cut down. Visitors of the park, receive virtually no to very little provisioning services. Gorsebrook park offers much more cultural services rather than provisioning services. Playing sports and going for walks helps with not only physical health, but mental health as well for anyone who is trying to turn their life around. The large amounts of grass and large trees do provide a nice atmosphere for the visitors to benefit from. The hills and huge amount of space also provide sports and winter activities such as cross country skiing and tobogganing. Furthermore, the large hills also provide an excellent view of the park and the nearby streets for personal enjoyment. Visitors may also benefit from the large amount of grass by doing outdoor yoga or having a place to sit down and relax. The size of the park and the beauty of gorsebrook park as a whole, benefits any visitor and provides great cultural
In the Rockies, I rode a gondola up to the summit of a mountain, visited the small town of Banff, walked on the Columbia Icefield, and went to see many rivers and lakes, including Lake Louise. Lake Louise was my last stop at the Rockies before returning to Calgary and with all honesty, it really befits the saying of “save the best for last”. Although, by the time I arrived at the lake, the sun was setting so I was not able to see the full turquoise colour of the lake, but luckily I did get to see the faint sunrays skimming onto the calm lake (as shown in the photo below). Just standing on the shore and quietly watching the scene in real life was really magical and mesmerizing. The beauty of the water, forest, mountain, ice and sun were all evident at that very moment and it was something you don’t see very often in cities. So although I came too late and didn’t have time for any activities, just being able to see the lake was satisfying enough for me. However, I do hope one day, that I am able to return to Lake Louise to do some canoeing and hiking in the area and to hopefully earn enough money by then to live in the Fairmount
E. B. White wrote this essay, “Once More to the Lake”, in 1941. In this essay, White mainly discuss about the power of memory and mortality by telling his experiences with his son and father. White’s father took his family to lake Maine for the month of August in 1904, and they went there summer after summer. “A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought myself a couple of bass hooks and a spinner and returned to the lake where we used to go, for a week 's fishing and to revisit old haunts,” White said. He took along his son, who was far from nature, to his memorable place. They went fishing in the morning same as when White was young. He kept comparing the atmosphere and sought the difference between past and present but he found similarities
Nowadays, over 5 million Americans are living with Alzheimer’s disease (Alzheimer’s Association, 2013). This statistic is staggering, and unless a prevention or cure is found, it’s predicted that 16 million of Americans will have Alzheimer’s disease by 2050 (Alzheimer’s Association, 2007). Alzheimer’s disease can be either sporadic or familial. Sporadic Alzheimer’s disease can affect adults at any age, but usually after age 65. Familial Alzheimer’s disease is a rare genetic condition where one of several genes is mutated and finally lead to Alzheimer’s disease, usually in their 40’s or 50’s. (Fight Alzheimer’s Save Australia, 2010) Alzheimer’s disease is the most common form of dementia. Alzheimer’s disease is an irreversible, (Sam Fazio, 2008), degenerative brain disease that slowly destroys brain cells, resulting in impairment of cognitive function and eventually even the ability to perform the simplest tasks of daily life.( Alzheimer’s Association, 2014) Unfortunately, Alzheimer’s disease has no current cure, but treatments for symptoms are available and research continues. For instance, Rivastigmine is a parasympathomimetic or cholinergic agent for the treatment of mild to moderate dementia of Alzheimer’s disease. The drug can be administered orally or via a transdermal patch and is normally sold under the trade name Exelon. (Wikipedia, 2014) ; (AMH,2013)
It’s a beautiful morning, as my group of friends and I wake up, we hear the pounding and the thrashing of the water slamming on the moss covered granite rock, I go down the eroded leaf covered pathway to fetch water just like I would do every morning, the sun had just begun to rise, the mixture of scarlet red, orange, and a bleach-like yellow beaming against the hurried water of the river that led into the waterfall shone like flakes of gold floating on top of the whitening water. The serene environment of the surrounding rocks overlooking the waterfall, the ambience of water clashing against the granite, and the aroma of the white pine filling the forest is an awe inspiring experience to all who dare make their way down the narrow and lengthy
I have not had many meaningful moments with nature, even though I have many encounters with it. But the encounter that is the most prevalent in my mind is my vacation at Willow Lake, Minnesota. Here I had encounters with nature on the water, out bike riding, and watching a storm come in the distance.