Harriet Ross was born into slavery on a Maryland plantation in 1820. She was one of eleven children born to African slaves named Harriett Green and Benjamin Ross. They were slaves of the Maryland planter named Edward Brodas. Her family came from the Ashanti tribe based in West Africa. Harriet was injured as a teenager when she was hit by a lead stone while attempting to help a slave get away. The impact knocked her unconscious and into a short coma. She would suffer from blackouts related to this injury for the remainder of her life. Harriet Ross became Harriet Tubman when she married a free black man named John Tubman. John always threatened…
“Here and there on the corners were stands, with whole flower gardens blooming under glass cases, against the sides the snowflakes stuck and melted; violets, roses, carnations, lilies of the valley – somehow vastly more lovely and alluring that they blossoms thus unnaturally in the snow.” (W. Cather,…
In analysing Great Expectations, Dorothy Van Ghent maintains that there are two kinds of crime that drive the moral plot of the novel: the crime of parent against child and the calculated social crime "of turning the individual into a machine". Thus, in the same way that the parent or the parent figure abuses the child, social authority also participates in creating parents who participate in the dehumanization of the children. (sons heir of fathers sin, repeat in society over n over)…
The scent of flowers carried strong over the valley. The overwhelming perfume of hundreds, if not thousands of untouched petals, was long lost to noses that grew up with roses in their nostrils, not able to pick out the aroma of a single stem. Not helping was the deepness of the valley, with the only way out a steep climb with materials they not only didn’t have, but had no hope of ever making.…
Adams’ love for nature was nurtured in the Golden Gate of San Francisco. His life, in his words, was, “coloured and modulated by the great earth gesture of the Yosemite Sierra” (anseladams.com, 2017). One of his early photographs, Bridalveil Fall, was taken in 1927 and captures the beauty of the natural landscape of Yosemite National Park, California. From his first visit to the national park in 1916, Adams was transfixed and transformed,…
“Travelers Among Mountains and streams.” culturedart.blogspot.com. Art & Culture: 104 Monday, October 11, 2010 9:46 A.M.…
There can be nothing in the world more beautiful than the Yosemite, the groves if the giant sequoias and redwoods, the canyon or the Colorado, the canyon of Yellowstone, the three Tetons; and our people should see to it that they are preserved for their children and then children's children forever, with their majestic beauty all marred.…
Geraldine Brooks’ novel of the 17th century plague, the “Year of Wonders”, conveys how religion and nature will inevitably remain opposing forces, through the eyes of the protagonist, Anna. Several notions regarding this topic exist throughout the novel, yet are mainly brought to mind by the inquisitiveness of Anna, and her independence.…
As girls grow in life, they mature and change into women. In the novel To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, Scout, the main character, begins to mature into a woman. In the beginning of the book, she is a tomboy who cannot wait to pick a fistfight with anyone, but at the end, she lowers her fists because her father, Atticus, tells her not to fight. Scout's views of womanhood, influenced by how Aunt Alexandra, Miss Maudie, and Calpurnia act, make her think more about becoming a woman and less of a tomboy.…
I sat there in disbelief, I couldn’t believe my new teacher was forcing me hike a trail and then write a essay about it. But I had to, so I decided to hike the Indian Hill trail, besides I had heard positive reviews about this trail by my friends. The leaves were just turning hues of gold and yellow, I stepped out of the car and was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t freezing cold My mom yelled after me, ‘’Be safe.’’ I ignored her. So I started to hike up the trail it was nice, I usually hiked in the Adirondacks so this was a pleasant change. Hardwoods are different than hiking in the pine forest of the mountains, for one thing on this trail there was only a slight incline where as in the mountains the trails…
A hill of aspens, glowing golden, shines on the right side of the trail while the left side is a pine-covered hill. Between the two is the trail, a magical escape from reality. This is my sanctuary of Buffalo Peaks wilderness. The trying experience of hiking through the mountains with 40 pounds on your back, the straps of your pack rubbing the skin off your hips and shoulders. The tension building in your muscles as you struggle under the weight. The pain that can only be diluted by a yoga session and a trip to the hot springs. Sun salutations in a lush, meadow valley. Warrior one and reverse warrior in the heat of the sun, relaxing from the miles we traveled just the day before.…
Gardens are a spot many people are passionate for, the only problem was for some that they had the knowledge, but couldn’t do it, or had no knowledge…
I put on my best smile and awkwardly greeted the four girls and one boy standing among the greenery. Then, I realized that one of the “teenage” girls was one of the instructors; she took charge of the group and continued to show us a variety of flowers and plants. During lunch, I started to relax and take in the miniature forest of mostly purple, green and yellow flowers just starting to fully bloom. My eyes wandered outside of the forest when the honking of noisy trucks charging through the city street became too obnoxious to ignore. The first day was a Wednesday, Native Plant Day.…
We left home on a rainy Wednesday morning, the day after Christmas.With the company of "The Blue Collar Comedy Tour" coming from the speakers, we were in the mountains in no time. Driving those winding mountainous roads is a challenge, but seeing the foggy mountains out of the rain drop filled windows is a welcoming sight to me. As the rain ceased and the sun tried to creep out of the clouds, the fog looked like smoke wrapping its way around the hills and valleys.…
I awoke one cool spring morning to the smell of fresh flowers that were blooming open on my balcony with the morning sun. I stood in the doorway with the French doors open and soaked up the beautiful sights, sounds and smells of nature while I drank a hot cup of tea. I felt a warm peaceful feeling come over me as I thought of what I could do to embellish this glorious day. As I inhaled the intoxicating aromas of nature that were surrounding me I thought, Today would be a great day for a picnic.…