Beach Descriptive Writing

The beach is still. What once was golden with colour and joy, now lies dull colourless and blind. Waves crashing onto the moiled sand as the taste of sand over wheals my mouth. Not a body to be seen across the vast graveyard, the colour of grey drags in the air caving in on my every breath. While the only source of light comes from the moons reflection on the water. Playground swings sway hauntingly alone, not a bike or a skateboard anywhere nor a crack of laughter or a pep of moan. The smell of Fish and Chips has disappeared and so has the sight of crowds cheering the skateboards on. The sound of the ocean makes the atmosphere feel abandoned, dark, alarming but relaxed. Seaweed heads and shells lay undisturbed among the sand

Grey, the sea stretched for acres. Beneath the oceans topography, shoals of fish swam through and around the ship wrecks in a frenzied motion. Here, all stood still. Only slightly did my rowing boat rock, creaking in the tide. We rolled to and fro slightly; the seaweed twisted and writhed beneath the hull. Like a snake, it squirmed away, coming to rest only after we had passed. The oars made long, slow and deliberate wakes through the lagoon. I stopped sculling; the boat glided silently towards the stony, promontory beach. We had landed.

Nowadays, more and more parents are concerned about child's health problems. A report mentions that there are increasing numbers of children spend amount of time viewing electronic media on television, computer, tablet and phone screens and also there is an increasing rates of childhood obesity in Australia. Due to this message, Zan Smith publishes an article named ‘Beach Lessons’ in Child Monthly magazine, in an attempt to raise awareness of spending children’s time comfortable and meaningful. Utilizing a friendly yet concerned tone, she contends that children spend too much time on viewing electronic media. She attempts to persuade her target audience of parents to encourage their child(ren) go to play outdoor activities or set off for

Waking up to the bright reflection coming from the newly fallen snow was a typical alarm for the southern beach girl I am. At this point, I am regretting that I have vowed to be a runner for the rest of my youth since while on vacation the Quebec air is below zero degrees. Once enough energy has built up, I roll out of the bed to tie my running shoes, grab a set of earmuffs and head out the door into the chilly December air, smelling the pot of coffee Grandma has brewing for me when I return.

A summer breeze blew through the grass that rest atop the ragged cliff sides that overlooked the beach below. The light from the sun reflected off of the calm ocean waters, creating the illusion of a peaceful paradise. The sound of the gentle waves that crashed against the shore and the periodic warble of the bluwae birds formed a pleasant ambiance. Those who inhabited the nearby Rymird Grasslands knew that their ocean was violent with massive waves and dark cloudy skies.

The whole weekend had been sunny. The day following our arrival, we played on the beach; the glaring sun beat down on us. I waded into the clear, harmonious water that lapped at my ankles steadily. Only the disruption of a passing boat or Jet Ski broke the steady, faithful surge and the calming sound of the waves gently kissing the shore. My family and I were staying at our friends’ house on Lake Roosevelt. The lake was gorgeous; the clear, light water transformed into a deep, rich blue-green the farther from shore my eyes traveled. Broad plateaus, covered in brilliant green foliage, surrounded the body of water. No hint was given as to what was about to be unleashed upon the lake and its

After a short hike on a forested pathway we emerged at the top of a cliff that overlooked Georgian Bay. The bright colour of the water, the coniferous trees scattered along the rocks that add a sprinkle of green, and the rocks towering over the water. Where we were standing you could not see the other end of the bay instead it look as though the waters went on forever, it is no wonder that

The subtle sound of the stream soothed his lost thoughts. His ears were engulfed by the fresh grass being crunched between his tired, beaten feet. He stood there, motionless, intimidated by the colossal, stone giants resting before him. He was surrounded by them; enclosed by their antiquated bonds of rock. Their bodies were clothed only by dense sheets of overgrown moss, peppered by bare clumps of pebbles and boulders. The dormant mountains continued to throw an unfocused gaze over him. Their presence disturbed him but at the same time provided him with a somewhat twisted sense of security. Scattered over the surface of the mountains were trees with youthful, esteemed trunks reinforced by cinnamon barks peering down the valley. A delicate wind

Have you ever been to one of these places if you want to find out what they are go ahead and read on or in my friends words Journey(don't.. stop.. readin..)

The area was beautiful, green hills everywhere; the few houses looked like they were put into the lush meadows by a creative behemoth. Although you could not see the ocean, the constant blowing wind carried the salty, fishy smell to your house. The fleecy clouds alternated with the sunshine I a two-day cycle. So we went sightseeing on the cloudy days, on the other, to

One of my most extraordinarily adored spots to go in my available time is the shoreline. A shoreline is a national geographic, nature made landform that is close to a waterway. It is normally involved free particles, which regularly comprise of sand, shake, shingle, stones and, or cobblestone. The particles living on a shoreline are frequently regular to the shoreline, for example, mollusk shells, saltwater pal, or green growth development. Shorelines regularly show up around domains along the drift where there is a wave or current activity. While being at the shoreline, I worship listening to the sound of the tides, getting a vibe of a light breeze, having a thinking back aroma of ocean water, listen to the call of the seagulls, and feeling the sand, underneath my exposed feet. Taking off to the shoreline and experiencing these faculties gives me a critical help of unwinding. While perusing Raymond A. Foss ' "Shoreline Sand," I can ostensibly meet these loosening up sensations, as he uses the beautiful gadgets of symbolism, tone, and sound to word imitation, to prompt his followers, to take a break and loosen up.

Creeping to the edge of the rock ledge, I am overwhelmed by the frightening height. Although the path leading up to my refuge is obscured from view, the land in front of the bench is barren rock, opening out onto a large expanse of sky. Squinting in the sunlight, my eyes follow an osprey soaring free over the water. I inhale deeply, letting the refreshing salt air rush through my lungs and clear my head. I peer over the edge, and watch the receding tide far below. From my perch, I witness the emergence of a whole new world from the depths of the ocean. Rocks, seaweed, barnacles, and tide pools appear from nowhere, bringing sea life with it. The soft waves lap against the rocks, singing in harmony with the cool breeze that drifts through the trees, gently rustling the leaves.

“Good early morning folks” Steve beamed “Thank you all for meeting us here this early, but as I ensured you earlier this will be the greatest beach day you will ever have! Niall will have the bar set up once we arrive to the destination and again if you need absolutely anything, don't hesitate to ask. Now let's load the bus and get on our way!”

On a Saturday afternoon, Carlos Muñoz, a resident of San Francisco, gazes at views of San Francisco Bay while listening to electronic dance music at a street fair in Hunters Point. His friends who live near the area invited him to the fair, so he brought his baby son, Maxwell.

On a chilly day in late June, my relatives (+) were excited to take me to the beach since I was visiting for a week. Once we finally parked and unloaded the car we started walking towards (>) the beach to find a spot when all the sudden my cousin Cc (Ω) screams she lost her phone (L). My uncle Carlos (}) yelled back we would look for it when we were leaving and told her she needed a break from it anyway. Once we put our bags (@) and towels ([0]) down we got out our books (ш) but reading was the last thing on my mind. I sat (2) down feeling grains (ʺ) of sand sticking to my skin, but I didn’t care because the sand felt so soft. For a while I just lay there running (5) my hands through the sand until my aunt Sky ({) asked if I wanted to walk by the beach. The first couple of minutes were me picking up rocks (O) and sea shells (() and my aunt ({) telling me I had a good eye (%) each time. I listened to the waves (~) as we walked in silence (/) until she said that she was happy ()) that I came down to visit her since it had been a couple of years since I saw them and I said thank you for inviting me. We walked until we reached a tunnel (π) and decided to turn around. When we reached the area where we put our things I grabbed a pair of binoculars (=).