Quotes About Landscape

The view of the Rocky Mountains from the Divide near Kiowa Creek is considered one of the finest in Colorado.

I like Wadi Rum - it's the best view I've ever seen of what could be Mars.

My progress was rendered delightful by the sylvan elegance of the groves, chearful meadows, and high distant forests, which in grand order presented themselves to view.

The plane approaches Cape Town and, as always, I am astonished by the view of Table Mountain and the surrounding sea. It is so overwhelmingly beautiful that I feel the urge to belong - not necessarily to the people, but to the landscape.

The moving landscape provides an absorbing diversion which frees the mind & gives us a fresh viewpoint, & we're most at ease with the word when we walk because everything is happening at a manageable pace.

If 'dead' matter has reared up this curious landscape of fiddling crickets, song sparrows, and wondering men, it must be plain even to the most devoted materialists that the matter of which he speaks contains amazing, if not dreadful, powers, and may not impossibly be, as Thomas Hardy has suggested, 'but one mask of many worn by the Great Face behind.

Coyotes began yipping, their chorus of cries echoing into the distant Marble mountains.

Sunset Point was one of those boils festering on the face of the planet: a subdivision.

By early February my world had considerably lightened because I spent all day seeing rather than reading or thinking, the latter of which comprised mostly of shortsighted rehearsals of questionable conclusions. This all could easily be allowed to dissipate into the landscape because I was exhausted by the fraudulence of my hard work.

Three hundred yards away, a mule deer that had already browsed its fill and been to water, rested in the shelter of a dry wash. Long-eared jack rabbits went about their various affairs. Gophers ventured a few yards from their dens, then squeaked and scurried back. A heavy-bodied rattlesnake, just emerged from its winter's den, coiled near a clump of cholla cactus and waited for a pack rat to venture from its spiny nest.

Without geography you're nowhere.

Part of it is simply what looks right to the eye, sounds right to the ear. I am at home in the West. The hills of the coastal ranges look "right" to me, the particular flat expanse of the Central Valley comforts my eye. The place names have the ring of real places to me. I can pronounce the name of the rivers, and recognize the common trees and snakes. I am easy here in a way that I am not easy in other places.

They wound their way through a labyrinth of streets, partly following their noses, partly the orientation of the map. Jardines, Mirasol, Cruz, Puentezuelas, Capuchinas... Each word held its magic. They were like brushstrokes painting the landscape of the city, each one helping to build up a picture of the whole.

There is a school--I believe--of impressionists. But I know very little about it. But I do know who are the original and most important masters, around whom--as round an axis--the landscape and peasant painters will turn. Delacroix, Corot, Millet and the rest. That is my own opinion, not formulated as it should be.

But since then I've had no chance of getting models, though on the other hand I did have the chance to study the colour question. And if I should find models again for my figures later, then I would hope to be able to show that I am after something other than little green landscapes or flowers.

In primo luogo la riproduzione fotografica delle vedute paesaggistiche, la fisionomia di un paesaggio, deve servire come aiuto importantissimo alla conoscenza della terra.

Canada: A few acres of snow.

It is very near us that country is, it is on every side; it may be on the bare hill behind it is, or it may be in the heart of the wood.

When I try to imagine a faultless love Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.

but when I try to imagine a faultless love, Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.

Have a chance to create a society to match its scenery.

November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.

Across the communication landscape move the specters of sinister technologies and the dreams that money can buy.

The landscape with its violent, pure colours dazzled and blinded me. I was always uncertain.