Word: sunlight
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...this collection are first-rate, and in one or two cases triteness successfully holds out against insight. But they all build on the constants in human experience. In Success Story, for instance, an ancient fellow approaches a park bench. "Then he turned himself carefully round; bringing into the spring sunlight, pale as a primrose, his dun face, hollow-cheeked and dry; the great orbits of his sunk eyes; the long nose fallen at the tip; his white mustache, of thin separate hairs like glass threads . . . A string of muscle jerked in the shadow of the cheekbone." His success is twofold...
...cluster of green, sugarloaf islands huddles close to the China coast. As the jet airliner glides in, sunlight reflects from the rippled sea, the brown batwing sails of Chinese junks turn in the wind. The travelers look down on rocky hills with terraced fields, deeply indented coves alive with sampans, a wide harbor carrying a honking traffic of freighters, tugs, barges and ferries...
...they stay that way, he is doing all right. But if the white lights turn pink or red, he is approaching too low. If the red lights turn pink or white, he is too high. He has plenty of time to get in the slot. Even with brilliant sunlight competing with the lights, they can be seen more than four miles away...
Unlike the men around her, Berthe Morisot was not much interested in experiment. Though her paintings are bathed in sunlight, they do not attempt to dissect each ray, or aim at capturing the fleeting moment as Monet's do. Berthe painted a world of beaches, picnics, race tracks and canals, of elegant ladies starting off to the theater and of young girls preening before the mirror. She feared that the impressionist obsession with light might be carried too far at the expense of form and harmony. The men who ate at her table sometimes chided her for her lack...
Winter always clamps an austere hand on the little mining town of Kellogg, Idaho (pop. 5,000), where most homes are heated by wood stoves. The encircling, mile-high mountains of the Coeur d'Alene mining area, rich in lead, zinc and silver, curtain off the sunlight except for a few midday hours. This year the 5,000 people of Kellogg await winter's arrival with a new dread: life in a town with its only industry shut down...