The Natural Landscape

To me, beauty in the natural world is the unpredictability of how serene yet powerful nature is. By this, I mean the chaos in crashing ocean waves, intense winds, or extreme temperature, but also the serene majestic colors of the sunset, or the bright colors of forests. The world is truly spectacular.


Alessandro Puccinelli 2016


Kilian Schönberger 2016

Story of Experiencing Natural Beauty:
I decided to turn around, and follow the road until the sound of traffic was nearly a faint whisper. This road, the same road I travel everyday seems different now. I feel as if my hearing ability has magnified. I can hear birds chirping in the distance, the soft rustle of tree branches in the wind, and the crunch of asphalt under my feet as I walk. The sound of traffic is now a soft hiss; nearly present in this silent place. I walk until I hear it, the abrupt sound of silence. I hear nothing but the breeze rush past my ears. Tall evergreen trees above my head are now silent, the breeze has died down. The sun low in the sky, saturating the ground to a golden hue. The scene is rich, with the sun rays behind the tall trees, casting long faint shadows across the ground. I am now in the forest. I look up at the sky and the sky has turned into a soft pink, like cotton candy. Moments later, the sky erupts into intense hues of red, orange, and pink, with intense golden rays coming through the tall trees. I want to take out my phone, but I know the picture won't do this scene justice. I am in awe of this summer sky, and how nature can create such heartwarming and spiritual moments. The sky in now darker and covered in rich shades of indigo and purple. This is the moment that I knew nature creates the most beautiful moments.


Rural Landscapes




Przemyslaw Kruk 2016

Visual Metaphor

Clarissa Bonet, City Space

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1. I am a workaholic with no job. I am alone in a city that is full concrete and people, yet I’ve never felt so isolated. With high stress from my job, I walk alone across these streets to remind myself that there are other people who must feel the same way. I am a rule follower, and decide to live a life full of predictability and starkness. My routine is constant, and I want to be in control of my life. Even though my life may seem to be in order, I suffer with accepting the fact that I can’t control life, and feel that I’ve lost control after being let go from my job offer.
2. I am the feet that carry and walk forward or backward, and side to side. I carry more than just the weight of the person, but the weight of all the burdens and stress that he also carries in his walk. The walk is in constant shift; I can tell when he is either uplifted or down, based on his strut and pressure. Today, his walk heavy and slow; a sulking stride that reflects how he is currently feeling.
3. I am similar to this picture because I am also somewhat a control-freak and perfectionist. I also like to follow the rules. However, I love the energy that cities have, and I like to think that I’m optimistic and like to embrace the unexpected. This photo peaked my interest, because I love how stark and muted the colors and lighting is. The city seems to become an isolated area; like the inside of someone’s head.