Word: windblown
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...takes a master puppeteer to put this kind of thing across, and Christensen gives a virtuoso performance, tossing off perfect sentences seemingly at random, delivering them with a sneer that makes them more delicious. Surveying a windblown Sunday morning, Hugo writes, "The Hudson Valley quivers in this Sabbath-morning light; the sky is a blinding bowl of leaves and birds." Dr. Lecter couldn't have said it better...
...very unfair!" Adoor vibrates with indignity. Nair, unruffled, makes a few attempts at qualification, but the director is unsoothed. Finally, Nair gets a chance to make a point, arguing that Adoor's audience, steeped in mainstream movies even if he is not, would not differentiate between his artistically windblown grass and any other. "The audience can't go back to 1941," he argues...
Eight hundred miles north of Montana, in upper Saskatchewan, sprawls a land of vast evergreen forests laced with lakes and streams, windblown sand ridges--and the world's richest deposits of uranium. From this Canadian wilderness, centered on the Athabasca Basin, fully a quarter of the world's annual supply of uranium is unearthed, most of it from a single mine called McArthur River. In a world increasingly concerned about the flow and price of oil from the Middle East, demand for the mine's controversial product is quietly rising...
...Jane. Dear, sweet Jane. She’s a tawny, high cheek-boned, all-American kind of girl. She’s got chocolate brown eyes and windblown, I-combed-this-with-my-fingers and washed-with-tree-bark-herbs hair that really looks good wrapped in a simple leather string. Her assorted Laura Ashley-esque flower print dresses and full petticoat skirts are unadorned, yet ethereal. Jane bakes bread. She knows how to make those Little House on the Prairie daisy chains and how to tell if it’s going to rain in a fortnight by smelling...
...antiwar movement, Maddux had left Tyler, Texas, and a home ruled by a proud and disciplined World War II veteran to attend Bryn Mawr College, a select Main Line liberal arts school for women. By some accounts, she never recovered from the shock and drifted like a windblown leaf through relationships and jobs after graduation. Within days of their meeting, the Unicorn carried this wounded deer back to his lair, a squalid apartment near Penn...