Quotes About Landscape

Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began.

You are placed in landscape, you are placed in time. But, within that, there's a bit of room for manoeuvre. To some extent, you can be author of your own fate.

No Orkney weather lasts long, and you can see new weather coming a long way off. There are frequent scraps of rainbow. And birds. At any point you can stop walking, or pull over and lower the car window and hear the cries of peewits and tremulous curlews.

You are placed in landscape, you are placed in time. But, within that, there's a bit of room for manoeuvre. To some extent, you can be author of your own fate. At least, that's what I'd been lucky enough to learn. THE GANNETRY the whole pageantry of the year was awake tingling near the edge of the sea —W.

An uninterrupted view of the Paris skyline was spread out before her, like a giant landscape painting rendered in shades of blue-grey, charcoal and purple-tinted umber; the dreamy palette of shifting shadows at twilight. The blue hour.

In some respects the Hamburg firestorm can be considered a microcosm of what happened to Europe in the war. As with the rest of Europe, the bombing had transformed the city into a landscape of ruins – and yet there were still parts of it that lay serenely, miraculously, untouched.

Proposition II Each grain of sand has its architecture, but a desert displays the structure of the wind.

The water was calm and blue today, and as they walked along the dunes they could see the hump of Poplar Island off the Eastern Shore.

River cottonwoods were so drunk with color the leaves hurt his eyes.

There aren't four seasons in Rocky Mountains, but three: summer, winter, and mud.

the maxim he'd always lived by: "Take every possible opportunity you can to eat and take a shit, because this county is 3,500 square miles, a third of it roadless.

Palo Alto, California.

Ducks and geese covered the lake like errant punctuation.

When Cody looked out over the vista of green carpeted saddle slopes with tree-choked river valleys, massive red-veined geological upthrusts that bordered the eastern horizon until they gave up and became mountains, and the vast sprawling tableau of Yellowstone Lake miles ahead and below them, he said, "What big country.

Cumulus clouds became incendiary as the setting sun lit them. The quiet was extraordinary, the only sound the burble of a truck leaving Mammoth Village and descending the switchbacks toward Gardiner.

years out on Bighorn Road or on the ranch, their

It looks like a cow pissing on a flat rock, this rain.

on pitch-black asphalt and through manicured grounds where the only other vehicles were Range Rovers, Mercedeses, and BMW SUVs—or golf carts. The Grand Tetons walled off the western horizon like tiger teeth. To the east was the Gros Ventre Range, to the south the Hoback Mountains, and to the north Grand Teton

spread back down over the earth and swallow up the ugly little nests of human beings what'd sprung up in the river valley.

La tierra por en medio se dice cuando dos se separan a dos pueblos distantes, pero, bien mirado, también se podría decir cuando entre el terreno en donde uno pisa y el otro duerme hay veinte pies de altura.

At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the splashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons. There is nothing in the Tower that has not grown into its own form over the decades, nothing with which I am not linked. Here everything has its history, and mine; here is space for the spaceless kingdom of the world's and the psyche's hinterland.

we are no longer able to respond quickly to our changing competitive landscape, nor are we able to provide stable, reliable service to our customers. As

In the same way that the wind blows spores of a dandelion across a green yard, and they begin to pop up everywhere, the same is true of hatred, the seeds multiplying one by one until the landscape it has fallen upon is forever changed.

The grass on the other side of the road was a pullulating emerald green, the rocks that grew here and there among the grass were almost dazzlingly alight with little diamonds. The warm air met me in a wave, thick with land smells of earth and growth and flowers.