Description in the style of Leopold
The trees stand with few brightly colored orange and yellow leaves on their bearing limbs. Around this time, there are not many birds flying about. The squirrels run around frantically for leftover acorns laying amidst the forest. As I continue to stroll through the woods, the leaves spread across the forest floor more thinly as I approach a rocky terrain. I can look out and observe a pool of water, a very deep green. A jet of white-water shoots between the rocks, and I pity the man who never can see such a beautiful site as this. No fish swim in the water, as it is too polluted- the impact of the human’s carelessness towards the beauty of the landscape. The sun shines brightly through the mostly leafless trees. I see the last birds migrating south and feel my gun at my side considering hunting one for a delicious meal. I sit and observe the waterfall flowing with such strength and I feel a cool breeze at my face and neck from the water. I wonder about the life here before the nature was taken over and rebuilt into land to serve human needs. The small lake must have been teaming with fish and an abundant fishing spot.
Comparison Between here and Lone Rock in the style of Wright
The trees in Burlington seem to have prepare for winter at a faster pace than those of Virginia. Most trees are completely bare at lone rock; however, in Virginia more trees retain their leaves. In both places, the oak trees have clusters of yellow leaves. Also, there are much more wild animals at Scott’s run, like squirrels, birds, and visible insects. In this season, Virginia stays light much later compared to Vermont. Compared to the abundance of conifers and buckthorns, Scotts Run has much different species, their kind I was unsure of. There were a few beech trees and some oaks, however. The rocks at the edge of the cliffs in both places were also much different types, with different patterns. The warmer weather in Virginia may be a reason the two areas have many differences. While there was snow on the ground in Vermont, the ground was bare in Virginia. Grasses between the cracks in the rocks in Vermont and along the hike were a dying brown or gone, opposite from home where the grass is still green. In both places, brown and yellow leaves coat the ground, and life has begun to disappear from view for the winter season.