A variously blaring, trilling, rustling, and rumbling mass of sound rises up from the orchestra.
First a mysterious, Death Star-like sphere rises up from the floor before you.
It rises up from flat lands into sharp turrets, a fairy castle from a children's film.
Seven people were stranded on El Capitan, the monolith that rises up from the Yosemite Valley.
That moment when steam rises up from pasta like mist over a mountain is hard to capture naturally on camera.
A flock of gulls suddenly rises up from beyond the cliff edge, buoyed by the updraught and mewling hysterically.
Corricella rises up from the quayside in a chaotic but beautiful stack of pretty, pastel coloured houses.
On our last night, the call to prayer rises up from the many mosques dotting the skyline.
In the middle of all this, Albi rises up from the banks of the River Tarn like a true masterpiece.
It rises up from its natural surroundings – a large, gated, semi-tropical peninsula – with little concession to modesty.
Then, breathtakingly, a huge bird rises up from behind the site, lifting my spirits as it pulls its own frame high into the air.
