Post by Yoshifrog on Dec 15, 2006 22:35:41 GMT -5
This was me trying to teach myself how to describe things.
Sad, I know ]:
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This sentence-
The snow was on the ground.
Now let’s say I added detail-
The beautiful white quilt of snow lay vacant and untouched, so crisp and icy, shimmering on the ground.
Let’s develop it-
The field was empty, long and white, stretching almost to the horizon- and everlasting quilt of snow reaching out until the sky touch the earth. It’s surrounded by evergreens, their branches sagging under the weight of the thick white snow that sit atop them, and bare deciduous trees, their thin and spindly branches collecting as much snow as can be collected, and any crevices in the bark filled to the top with the thick white powder.
Describing the snow itself-
The snow was thick and white, but the same it was powder so fine that each snowflake was unidentifiable against one another. They clung to each other like scared children, and if the snow was pressed or molded by glove or mitten the flakes would pack tight. When gently pushed, or blown the flakes would let go and flutter free from their desperate grasp.
The snow from a distance-
In the dim evening it seemed as if the snow was grasping every ray of sunlight and casting it back off in every which direction, leaving the viewers eyes stained with the image. It was like heaven, all lit up all bright under the dim glow of the fading sun. Just standing there with your breath all in clouds and your face flushed red you could almost feel it bringing you nearer, hear it whispering your name. Whether it be the sharp white snow or the dull tinted red snow that sits almost within shadows among the trees, it’s snow, and no child can resist it.
The trees-
The tall evergreens tower over the field, casting deep maroon shadows across the snow that blankets it. Night is engulfing the forest and the trees, caked with white from head to toe give the field an eerie feeling. They are a warning, standing tall and protecting the creatures, trapping them within the woods and darkness, away from the open. Not a footprint lie within the snow, for not a creature dares step past those tall warriors blocking the safety of the forest from the dangers of the field.
Yay.
Sad, I know ]:
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This sentence-
The snow was on the ground.
Now let’s say I added detail-
The beautiful white quilt of snow lay vacant and untouched, so crisp and icy, shimmering on the ground.
Let’s develop it-
The field was empty, long and white, stretching almost to the horizon- and everlasting quilt of snow reaching out until the sky touch the earth. It’s surrounded by evergreens, their branches sagging under the weight of the thick white snow that sit atop them, and bare deciduous trees, their thin and spindly branches collecting as much snow as can be collected, and any crevices in the bark filled to the top with the thick white powder.
Describing the snow itself-
The snow was thick and white, but the same it was powder so fine that each snowflake was unidentifiable against one another. They clung to each other like scared children, and if the snow was pressed or molded by glove or mitten the flakes would pack tight. When gently pushed, or blown the flakes would let go and flutter free from their desperate grasp.
The snow from a distance-
In the dim evening it seemed as if the snow was grasping every ray of sunlight and casting it back off in every which direction, leaving the viewers eyes stained with the image. It was like heaven, all lit up all bright under the dim glow of the fading sun. Just standing there with your breath all in clouds and your face flushed red you could almost feel it bringing you nearer, hear it whispering your name. Whether it be the sharp white snow or the dull tinted red snow that sits almost within shadows among the trees, it’s snow, and no child can resist it.
The trees-
The tall evergreens tower over the field, casting deep maroon shadows across the snow that blankets it. Night is engulfing the forest and the trees, caked with white from head to toe give the field an eerie feeling. They are a warning, standing tall and protecting the creatures, trapping them within the woods and darkness, away from the open. Not a footprint lie within the snow, for not a creature dares step past those tall warriors blocking the safety of the forest from the dangers of the field.
Yay.