The Wyoming Dream The clean air and towering trees of the Rocky Mountains surround my humble abode. She lies on a massive mountain with a sheer cliff side dropping around 200 feet. The gargantuan Douglas fir cabin has a warm, welcoming red finish. The lincoln log structure is covered with windows. There are 5 stone steps leading up to two strong oak doors with the American flag planted above them. Entering the massive house shows a mudroom. It’s a quiet, normal mudroom that is small with a grey rug that grips the feet. A row of shoes and rugged boots lays under a coat rack, and a shelf with a few hats hangs above them. A Pink Floyd poster hangs on the far wall right next to a door with the words, “Welcome To The Machine” under it. Departing the mud room, sunshine and warmth always …show more content…
The first door on the left holds a poker room. The room has bright red flooring. There are two octagon poker tables and one smaller square table in the middle. The two octogonal tables are identical. They both have elegant animal like legs with a soft green octogonal pads, poker chip holders and made out of birch wood. The tables look like they can come alive and walk out of the room. The smaller square table is black ashwood with a plum purple pad in the middle. Hung around the room are famous 1920 mobsters such as Al Capone, and Machine Gun Kelly. There is also the classic painting of dogs playing poker. The two octagonal tables are for Texas Holdem and Omaha and the small square table is for Pineapple. The next door on the left holds a room with books and a large television. I would use this room for research on psychology and political research. The first door on the right holds a gaming room with a massive TV, plenty of comfy chairs, pinball machines, multiple gaming consoles and a computer. The last room on the 2nd floor holds a bedroom for those late night that me or any of my guests want to be
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There is a small room where visitors can walk, and stand to get a deeper look at what is inside her bedroom. This room has a one small doorway for entering, and exiting. Which also is also closely placed to another set of stair that lead down. Beside this room being very compact for large crowds, it also seems like a big fire hazard. During my visit I spent roughly 2-3 minutes trying to get out of that space, to go down the stairs.
Aldo Leopold was a man with a vision. Leopold saw the land as a complex living being, interactions between each tree, each bird, as vital as the organs that comprised the body of that being. This makes sense since Leopold was an ecologist, among many other things. Throughout his essays in the wonderful ‘A Sand County Almanac' Leopold shares his vision, his passion, for the land.
Strong winds from the east pulled across the land, bringing dust with it. The grasses flickered in the gusts and filtered the dust. A light dusty haze laid atop the flat horizon that encircled and surrounded the land. Nothing could be seen for miles and for miles. The land and the blue above were infinite.
Jazz as an art form has a rich history as one of the first indigenous American musical styles. Born in the south, Jazz was a way for African American’s to express themselves musically in a time of suppression, and its differences from the music at the time would change music culture forever. Jazz would often discuss the plight and struggles of African American’s lives through slavery and oppression. Over the years, it has adopted many different forms and styles through creative genius of such as Miles Davis, John Coltrane and Louis Armstrong amongst other legends. Their influence and character that they introduce into jazz has transformed and modernized it over the many decades that followed.
They were not your ordinary rooms, they had trap doors that would lead to the basement, some of the rooms were soundproof so you couldn’t hear them scream, and there peep holes in some of the rooms so he could watch his victims. There was also one more floor, that was the basement. In the basement there was a crematory, acid vats and pits of quicklime, which were all used to get rid of bodies. Holmes also used the skeletons of bodies and sold them to create an income for himself. Many people started to work in the little shops on the first
Homes are incredibly private places, and are made with places to hide one’s life, with each room having different levels of security. The first two room the stranger visits, the kitchen and the dining room, are rooms typically regarded as a rooms made for guests and are typically designed to be big enough to fit lots of people in. So it would make sense that the mother and father are quite alright with hosting a visitor in their kitchen and dining room. The third room they visit is the living room, a slightly more secure room in the home. This is where the family lives.
Imagine coming home after a long, hard day of work only to a petite cabin shared with family. Far from the main house, over by the edge of a swamp, was where the cabin was placed. After approaching the cabin, the smell of creatures living next door and algae growing on the outside infused the space. It appeared as a sad and droopy cabin with a narrow double chimney made of clay. Wooden, rustic, mahogany-colored doors were accidently left slightly open by whomever left last, which may have attracted a furry animal (Bentley 11).
The third is decorated in green--the fourth in orange--the fifth in white--the sixth in violet. The seventh, which lies in the west, is decorated in black velvet hung on the ceiling and down the walls which flow onto a carpet made of the same material. The windows in this chamber, however, don’t exactly go with the decorations; they are stained scarlet. Each of the rooms are lit by torches on tripods that sit in the corridors outside the windows. The light casts amazing shadows in each room except for the black room where the shadows are ghastly.
In the short story “That Room” by Tobias Wolff the room and what happens in it represents the realization the narrator has about how he has no control of his life. He wants a better life than the one he is living right now. He thrives for greatness in his life but he can only create that greatness in his mind. “I felt the actuality of a life I knew nothing about yet somehow contrived to want myself: a real life in a real world” (Wolff 269). The narrator in this story can’t really do anything about the life his living at the moment, he only wishes to do so.
The left corner wall is muted purple giving off a mysterious feeling to it. The back left wall has a feeling of hope in the pinkness of it as there is always hope however far but it is dimmed in the face of adversity. The back wall is a mixture of blue and grey with a shadow covering part of it giving an uneasy feeling. The right wall is grey representative of the stoicism of the mother and father towards the protectiveness of the child. The table is sun washed wood drained of most color with the shadow in the corner of the father and mother.
I read A Piece of Cake: A Memoir. It was written by Cupcake Brown. This book was very inspiring and emotional. The story begins with a memory as to why her mother named her Cupcake. Cupcake 's mother died when she was 11.After that she got taken away from the family she knew.
Cobwebs linger in every witch way, and antique furniture layered with dust sits perfectly arranged in the living room. Cautiously, I walk farther into the house to explore. With every heavy step and pressure on the floor boards, it feels as if the house will collapse on top of me. I make my way into the kitchen. An old wooden table sits in the corner, along with matching chairs.