There 's a first time for everyone and this one just so happened to be my first canoe trip. Being pushed off the small bank covered in seashells, and grasping the paddle firmly in my hand held a new sensation for me, especially after realizing my feet were indeed not on land, but firmly placed to stabilize our canoe. The sound of the cars overhead from the bridge did not escape me as we paddled under through the man made canal. The sound of engines dominated the vicinity and added to the noise pollution that irritated the environment. Hollow remnants of cypress trees stand tall on both sides of the wooden swamp bank. The sounds and the sights overloaded my senses at times. Once I got distracted and our canoe veered off center and toward the banks. My partner and I crashed into a few trees here and there and picked up a few stowaways; a …show more content…
But not complete silence. I could hear the nature interacting without human interference. Total silence in a natural setting. The cars were a bit away from us. The noise pollution was eliminated from this moment. The trees looked more vibrant and earth in this setting. The algae and vegetation that sat on top of the water undisturbed and comfortably fawn out on the narrow path. The lack of animal calls are apparent due to the colder season. The trail of bubbles indicated the moving water was utilized as our path; essentially our guide that led us to the small clearing, along with our keen ears that picked up the voices of our peers. Faint buzzing also graced our ears. Mosquitoes. Mosquitoes everywhere. Our interactions here provided a feast for these tiny pests. Our canoes retreated back through the quiet waterways due to the pests and the setting of the sun. The bayou looked different after the sun set. Less inviting. The nocturnal creatures were out and about, but we could not see them. Our trip was coming to an end, and the experienced was coming to a
At the dawn of the Twentieth century, cities, like Dayton, had factories being erected almost every day. The Industrialism period brought many people to cities looking for jobs. As cities became crowded and people overworked, a movement began to spend more time outside enjoying nature and all it has to offer. This created an opportunity that Charles W. Shaeffer saw, and jumped on (Dalton 11). He gave way for the idea of a club for those to spend time together, outdoors, to be involved with one another and to bring the community together as one. In the age of industrialism, in this city of 1000 factories, Dayton Canoe Club helped spark a new found love of outdoors for those in the city, and continues to do so today, 100 years later.
Silence — the sound of quiet, the state of mind, the lack of meaning — all these pertain to its definition. Communication is expanding, noise is increasing, music is becoming more obtainable as people search desperately for a moment of peace or a breeze of silence. As the scarcity of physical silence increases, its value as a rare commodity increases as well. The idiom “Silence is golden” may perhaps only grow closer to reality as time passes, as exemplified by the white noise machines or silent fans entering the market and fictionalized in Kevin Brockmeier’s short story, “The Year of Silence.” In light of this, Brockmeier explores the value of silence and noise in his story without putting one above the other. Through strange clues and hidden
When I stepped out of the hot, airless plane into the bright, dazzling sunlight beaming down across the burning concreate, I felt excited and nervous. Holding my beach bag in my hand and slipping my Ray Ban sunglasses on with my other, I flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead I heard the screams of gulls and the chatter of the small fluffy birds. I suddenly realized I had arrived to Hawaii. This trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me because I got to witness the beauty of nature that Hawaii has to offer.
Sometimes we’d have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and maybe a spark- which was a candle in a cabin window- and sometimes on the water you could see a spark or two- on a raft or a scow, you know; and maybe hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. (131)
The “endless wet thick” atmosphere puts tension on the swamp itself, as it is teeming with the mundane. The “burred faintly belching bogs” embody the whim of life that fills background noise and is unavoidable. To have a swamp without noise would be to have life without hurry –unnatural and displaced. “Here” is stated as an open-ended existence as there are no words to follow in the line. The pause in “here” carries a controlled resistance as “here” is contemplated and sustained. Through the “here” is open, it is still attatched to the sense and thus in the
America, Almost every single person on earth has a dream of living in a country full of freedom, liberty, and opportunity. The United States has been providing these benefits ever since it was founded a few hundred years ago. So when I found out that my family would be coming to America, I had already started planning my future of growing up here. Just like any other person, I was feeling enthusiastic and a little nervous of leaving my native country and coming to America to start a better life. I was completely lost in my thoughts of happiness, that I became unaware of all the difficulties that my family and I would face once we step into our new lives. Among these difficulties were the change of language, change of system, and the variety of different cultures.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
1 Anderson, Chris and Lex Runciman. (1995). A field of Silence. In A Forest of Voices: Reading and Writing the Enviroment (pp.395- 399). Calafornia: Mayfield Publishing Co. Hereafter, all quotes will be taken from this source.
For a few brief and peaceful moments all that could be heard was the ill water gently tapping against the sides of t...
"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.
bad as I expected it to be. The queue seemed to flow by. Like fish in
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together
One of the most enjoyable things in life are road trips, particularly to the Colorado mountains. Getting to spend time with your family and friends, while being in a beautiful place, is irreplaceable. The fifteen-hour road trip may feel never-ending, but gazing at the mountains from afar makes life’s problems seem a little smaller and causes worries to become a thing of the past. Coming in contact with nature, untouched, is a surreal experience. My family trip to the Colorado mountains last summer was inspiring.
In the article “The Way of Silence” (2014) author Dianne Aprile discusses the power and importance of silence in people’s lives and the impact it has on the world. As Aprile explains in her article silence can enrich people’s lives in many different ways. It can be in some of the simplest of ways, like just taking time to stop and enjoy life’s surroundings. However the moments in life that are enriched by silence can also be far more complex. Aprile asks readers to think of moments like the first time a mother holds her newborn child in her arms or a friend sitting beside another that is laying dying in a hospital bed. These moments are far more complex but without the silent unspoken connection between mother and child or the time of quiet somberness spent next to a dying friend, neither moment would be as powerful. As the poet E.E. Cummings said: “Silence is a looking bird. Not a singing bird. A looking bird. A bird observing, noticing, listening. Being. Here. Now” (par.4). Without taking these moments to be still and silent, people would not be able to take the same rich joy out of life’s many moments.
Throughout someone’s life they will go to many places with their family, friends, another relatives. I have been on a few vacations that have made a lasting impact on my life. But one of the most memorable vacations I have experienced was with my cousins. I went to goa beach. Most of you probably don’t know about that beach but it is a very famous one in south India. I enjoyed myself to the fullest. The beach environment was enlightening. I would not have wanted to take this trip with anyone other than my cousins. We had a great time on the ocean sands and swimming in the ocean everyday made this vacation unforgettable.