Essay On Save Water


  • try: make an effort or attempt; “He tried to shake off his fears”; “The infant had essayed a few wobbly steps”; “The police attempted to stop the thief”; “He sought to improve himself”; “She always seeks to do good in the world”
  • A short piece of writing on a particular subject
  • A trial design of a postage stamp yet to be accepted
  • an analytic or interpretive literary composition
  • An attempt or effort
  • a tentative attempt


  • supply with water, as with channels or ditches or streams; “Water the fields”
  • binary compound that occurs at room temperature as a clear colorless odorless tasteless liquid; freezes into ice below 0 degrees centigrade and boils above 100 degrees centigrade; widely used as a solvent
  • This as supplied to houses or commercial establishments through pipes and taps
  • One of the four elements in ancient and medieval philosophy and in astrology (considered essential to the nature of the signs Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces)
  • A colorless, transparent, odorless, tasteless liquid that forms the seas, lakes, rivers, and rain and is the basis of the fluids of living organisms
  • body of water: the part of the earth’s surface covered with water (such as a river or lake or ocean); “they invaded our territorial waters”; “they were sitting by the water’s edge”


  • Keep safe or rescue (someone or something) from harm or danger
  • (sports) the act of preventing the opposition from scoring; “the goalie made a brilliant save”; “the relief pitcher got credit for a save”
  • Prevent (someone) from dying
  • (in Christian use) Preserve (a person’s soul) from damnation
  • salvage: save from ruin, destruction, or harm
  • to keep up and reserve for personal or special use; “She saved the old family photographs in a drawer”

essay on save water

essay on save water – Rock Me

Rock Me on the Water: A Life on the Loose
Rock Me on the Water: A Life on the Loose
Picking up where its predecessor the bestselling On the Loose left off, this reflection revisits the physical and spiritual terrain that shaped two brothers lives. Consumed by a passion to fully experience the western wilderness and to navigate untamed and unpredictable waterways, Terry and Renny Russell set out to travel down the Green River in Utah. Several miles into the journey, their raft doubles over. Terry perishes, and after washing up on the beach, Renny embarks upon what is to become a nearly four-decade-long odyssey to understand how he came to be the sole survivor and how to fully connect with his brother s spirit. Interweaving the past and present, this vibrantly illustrated meditation documents the metamorphosis of Renny’s psyche, the natural environment that has sustained him, and ultimately his redemption.

(3) Essays on At least the dark don't hide it – Who's gonna play with you

(3) Essays on At least the dark don't hide it - Who's gonna play with you
Ye see, am now at a stage where a don’t want to die knowing I lived my life like my heart wasn’t always in it. it, in truth, I don’t want to lay down to sleep at night knowing that was the case for even a single day. That’s whit these shots are, am playing again, am working things out for sure, but its playful, its f.cking light and life, its in the dark because am embarrassed, its unclear and blurred because am no ready to be out there like a wis before, but am there, hell, am comin at ye ya f.cks! Aye, for now, wi aw the floods and the bombs and the wars and the ends and the job cuts and the cutbacks and the ideologies and the isms that are cutting through us aw, for now am free from that. I’m doin whit a can, cutting back this, saving up that, cycling here, spending there. Doing whit a wee man can. But whit I’m mostly doin is seeking it out, seeking out life and a tell ye its oot there. In the shrubs and bushes, in the streets and the pavements, its there in small glory and big days. Blue skies and cold waters, small hills and long walks, guid films and bad jazz and now, after too long lost in the post travel haze, there is me and ma camera. There is me and Hazel sitting watching a fizzle out sunset on the coast of Scotland while a click at the clouds, there is me and Hazel out there on the waters of Scotland, there is me stoating about in the bushes and trees of Kilmartin Glen having a rare time of nothing, there is me sneaking about the old Dennistoun Abbatoir, half naked and totally lost. Totally happy. And that’s what these shots are, these shots are me coming back to the lens and to knowing where a am and finding out it’s a guid place. No bad eh? No bad at all. Now, where’s that clown paint, am feeling like a new adventure….


THERE IS NOBODY…who has ever delivered this song the way Elvis did. There has been millions of gallons of beer consumed while fans listened; millions of teardrops have fallen as listeners recalled those old Christmas memories as Elvis took a deep breath and got out that second stanza of Blue Christmas the way Elvis and only Elvis could do it so well……..

essay on save water

Between the Woods and the Water: On Foot to Constantinople: From The Middle Danube to the Iron Gates (New York Review Books Classics)
Continuing the epic foot journey across Europe begun in A Time of Gifts

The journey that Patrick Leigh Fermor set out on in 1933—to cross Europe on foot with an emergency allowance of one pound a day—proved so rich in experiences that when much later he sat down to describe them, they overflowed into more than one volume. Undertaken as the storms of war gathered, and providing a background for the events that were beginning to unfold in Central Europe, Leigh Fermor’s still-unfinished account of his journey has established itself as a modern classic. Between the Woods and the Water, the second volume of a projected three, has garnered as many prizes as its celebrated predecessor, A Time of Gifts.

The opening of the book finds Leigh Fermor crossing the Danube—at the very moment where his first volume left off. A detour to the luminous splendors of Prague is followed bya trip downriver to Budapest, passage on horseback acrossthe Great Hungarian Plain, and a crossing of the Romanian border into Transylvania. Remote castles, mountain villages,monasteries and towering ranges that are the haunt of bears, wolves, eagles, gypsies, and a variety of sects are all savoredin the approach to the Iron Gates, the division between the Carpathian mountains and the Balkans, where, for now, the story ends.