Word: skies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...bringing the first familiar signs of nature's rebirth. For many, it was a time to be in the country, where the streams quickened and the air was soft and inviting. But it was in the great cities, where nature is often no more than a slit of sky above the concrete canyons or a bouquet on a secretary's desk, that the rites of spring were most warmly celebrated. In Manhattan, the center stripe down Fifth Avenue turned leprechaun green (as it always does in spring), and 120,000 people marched in honor of an ancient Irish...
...operators in the West Berlin air traffic control center were startled to find unusual pips showing up on their scopes. The signals were too small to be airplanes, much too concentrated to be a rainstorm. They were, in fact, reflections from great batches of aluminum chaff* dumped into the sky by high-flying Soviet planes. The idea, presumably, was to test new ways of confusing the flow of Western planes...
Send on Signal. Other instruments mounted on the drum record radiation from both sun and sky as the drum spins, and a neutron counter catches neutrons bounced up from the earth's atmosphere by the impact of cosmic rays. All the readings are recorded on tape during each orbit. When OSO passes over a Minitrack radio station, it is given a signal that makes the tape reverse its motion and quickly send its data down to earth...
...solidity that adds weight and menace to their churnings. In Morning Scene, painted eleven years later, Marin broke up the scene with bold black lines that are almost calligraphic. The mountains become a series of Ms; the harsh foreground is a powerful scribble. The right angle poised in the sky, while extending the mountainous skyline, also does a good deal more. It could symbolize a sail, a rainbow, or even the basic order lying beneath nature's turbulent surface. It is the first thing that catches the eye and is thus the gateway to the entire composition...
...Praised!" "Seems to me," said Marin. "the true artist must perforce go from time to time to the elemental big forms-sky, sea. mountain, plain-to sort of re-true himself up, to recharge the battery. But to express these, you have to love these, to be a part of these in sympathy." Marin's sympathy lasted to the end. From his home in Cape Split, Me., he dashed off one of his last notes to a friend just when nature was erupting all around him. "The Hurricane has just hit," he said. "The Seas are Glorious-Magnificent-Tremendous...