Wind Mills and Wind Turbine Essay

never come back again.” The descriptive lyrics created a visual as if I was also experiencing the Dust Bowl. The descriptive lyrics made the song come alive in his song lyrics as he sang “... whistled through the cracks … rippling ocean of dust the wind.” Words like dreadful, deathlike, and doom gave the song tone a negative effect. It is important we explore the music of Woody Guthrie today is because we can relive the terrible times of the Dust Bowl by listening to his songs.…

Still about 1,000 miles south, she is being fed and gaining energy by the warm waters, continuing to grow and sustaining wind speeds of 110 mph. By this point in her life, she had already brought Haiti and Jamaica devastating winds and water and before she headed out, she left more than 70 people dead, and dozens missing. Before heading up north, she hit Florida and North Carolina, knocking out highways as whole and continues…

Paulette Lopez Duffe was expecting a cold, grey, and damp October weekend, instead she found sunshine and a pleasant breeze at last week’s 6th Annual Great Highwood Pumpkin Festival. Duffe and her family had just moved to Highwood last fall when the festival occurred on a dreary weekend, but the weather did not discourage them. “We were so curious to connect with the town we had just moved to, that we decided to get out and see the fest anyways,” Duffe said. “There were more…

terribly wrong. September 8, 1900 the waves rose and the people of Galveston ran towards the shore. The people thought that this was just unique and they wanted to check it out. The water started rising and people were running for high ground. The wind was so strong it pulled off the slate shingles and they shot through the air killing tons of people. The water pressure was so strong it capsized many houses and at the end there was no high ground any more. There was nothing to be seen of…

Imagine you are standing by the world’s biggest storm, with 28 strikes per minute and never seems to stop. It can go on for 10 hours at a time and over 260 days per year. Now take into account that this phenomenon is actually happening right now in Venezuela. It is named the Catatumbo River Storm. The first things that I thought of to explain this freak storm were these three questions: What is the climate in Venezuela? What is in its surroundings?Is there something in the air? I…

vessel. Nine hundred men with a cause and mission. The serenity of peaceful blue skies garnished by flights of seagulls rapidly vanished, as looming gray clouds of damnation forced their way over the eastern coastline. An unseasonably cool and high wind aided the masted vessels as they continued along their course. A course that would lead the crews - at some point -…

"Sometimes the World is Cruel" is a very interesting subject because honestly the earth is very cruel. The author writes about how hurricanes only wreck poor countries. For instance hurricanes don't hit the rich places but they hit places like Haiti. Waves are extremely powerful and take out houses and other important things. It always seem like the weather hits at the most inconvenient times. First off, We didn't get a lick of rain all summer long. When something very important came up like…

Everything was silent. The only noise you could hear was the wind whistling and the sound of raindrops crashing down on the window. The night sky was black as ink, there was not a single star to be seen and there he was standing in the dark all alone watching the atmosphere change ferociously. The howling of the wind grew louder every minute. The raindrops grew larger. It was wet, dark, humid and scary. Mo saw the destruction of the Earth occur right beneath his eyes. Then all of a suddenthe…

Empty Today was a sunny autumn day. The birds were singing, and the wind was blowing through the leaves. Marcus and his parents had just moved into an old farmhouse on several acres of secluded land. After a couple of months of living there, Marcus had started to notice odd things, like the flickering of the lights, shadows walking out the corner of his eye, and sometimes even objects moving. Marcus tried telling his parents, but they didn’t believe him. There were no electrical issues because…

I’m standing at the edge of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I look out across the vast cavern catching glimpses of the Colorado River twisting through red striped spires. The southern sun beats down on the back of my neck, but my arms have goosebumps on them. I try to turn my gaze to my family behind me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the view. I’m frozen in awe at the world around me. I’m picking my way across one of the rocky beaches that makes up the coastline of Maine. The rounded…