Festival Of The Arts - Illusion Photography 2

Festival Of The Arts - Illusion Photography 2

Festival of the Arts - illusion Photography

Festival of the Arts - illusion Photography

Lately in our Festival of the Arts class, we have been taking and learning how to take pictures of illusion photography. 

There are some pictures that failed. Like this:

Festival of the Arts Week 2

Week 2 Photography

Original

 Edited

I've been working on editing pictures. I have been using the site called Pixlr to edit pictures. 

Festival of the Arts Photography

Photograph the alphabet

  

Alarm	Ball	Clouds	Door	E2
Flower	Grass	Hand	Images	Jar
Keyhole	Leaves	Money	Number + letter	Orange
Paper	Quick	Rock	Sun	Tree Bark
Umbrella	Volleyball Net	Water	Xij	Yellow
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Biosecurity Posters Kaitiakitanga Task 1

Biosecurity Posters 

Writing Term 4 Week 1 & 2

Writing Term 4 Week 1 & 2

9th of October, when it all happen. This is the day when I felt scared and unfamiliar. They say that having an appointment in that place would go fine, but for me it went unusual. Early in the overcast morning, in the second week of term 3, me and my family was having a superior holiday, just by spending time at home, especially my siblings. They probably won’t endure if there wasn’t any WIFI. Well I can live without WIFI. Anyway, it was all going well until the word “you’re having a check up with the doctor” came out in my mother’s mouth. How shocking it was for me and how could I not react to that. All I said was the word WHAT! to my mother and I think she was expecting me likely to be happy. Just because I had a lot of experiences with doctors doesn’t mean I’m used to it. I know for sure that I do not like seeing doctors. I thought it wouldn’t go any worse but it did. The worst thing is that I'm not just seeing my usual doctor but a different one. A specialist one. I never had any experience with specialists! But I’m pretty sure they’re more scarier and worse than my usual doctor. In my opinion, a specialist can be severe and scary. Scarier than the clown in the movie titled “IT”. I’m not trying to be mean or something, but I’m just telling the truth. Then a complain came out of my mouth “This can be a pain” I whispered to myself with a sight of miserable. I took a shower, I packed up and brushed my teeth, getting ready for the appointment. Taking a step outside and heading towards the car with my whole family in it. Are they coming to support me and to cheer me up, or are they coming just to tease and scare me? I just thought that this is too much thinking for today and I’m just scaring myself thinking negative thoughts. This is all because of fear and I blame it. A few minutes later, hearing and seeing raindrops in the window in the side of the car, makes me out of my stress, and seeing new buildings around the city makes me feel a bit better. A few minutes later, turning around in the street over there, observing the place called “Specialists at nine” makes me worry again. That word “Specialist” is really getting on my nerves, and having that “awhhh” moment, complaining and overthinking. Then the car stopped at that place called Specialists at nine in the parking lot. “Goodbye! And have a great time” Dad said. How am I gonna have a great time?, I asked myself. “Yeah” I responded. Then I took a step outside, appreciating the beauty of nature while raining and smelling the scent of the cold fresh air. It was all pleasant but will my appointment be? I was already over thinking, again! Then I looked around, while mum was outside with me having a conversation with dad through the opened window in the car. “Just call me when you guys are finish, and we will be around the city roaming around.” He said. “ Yeah, ok” mum replied. Me and my mum was walking in the pavement near the hospital. In my view,  the hospital looks like an apartment. We were going towards the entrance which has a glass door. When I arrive inside the hospital, I noticed some names. Names of the specialists. “Mum, what is the name of the specialists, that I’m having an appointment to?” I asked. “Dr. Scott Stevenson” She replied. Then we went upstairs by using the stairs. In the second floor, me and my mum was finding and observing the names, but the specialists that were looking for wasn’t there.  I noticed that me and my mum was getting lost and neither of us doesn’t know where to go. Then we went upstairs again, looking for the name and finally found the name. Near the lists of the names is a door. We went inside and saw someone in the hospital counter. “Excuse me, can you please tell me where Dr. Scott Stevenson is?” Mum asked, then the lady inside the counter replied back, “Yeah, just keep on going straight then turn left, then you will see another counter, then you can ask the lady over there, about your appointment with Dr. Scott Stevenson.” Mum thanked the lady in the counter, furthermore we went straight then we took a left, then we saw the counter. Mum asked about my appointment and the lady in the counter told us to took a seat over there. Seating in a couch was making me comfortable. A few more minutes past when I suddenly heard my name. My heartbeat went as fast as a cheetah. “This is it” I said to myself getting up the couch. Being nervous and being tensed is really bad for my health that’s why I took a deep breath and carry on walking towards Dr. Scott’s room. He told us to seat in the chair, then he started asking me questions like I’m having an interview. The interview was all about my nose. To be honest I’m having some issues about my nose, something like having a block nose everyday. I think it’s because of the season or maybe because of my hayfever, but it wasn’t. The specialist told me to seat in the comfy chair over there. I laid down, then he took his flashlight and equipment. Then he started checking  my ears, eyes, nose and my other senses. After that, he told me again to seat back in the chair (not the comfortable one). Then he started explaining the issues and why the medicines that my usual doctor gives doesn’t work anymore. It is something about the cartilage or something. He said that it went bigger. Then he suddenly, came up with a silly plan. “We would need to have an operation for her” he said. “What the!” I was outrage. I feel like I wanna faint. I felt like this would be the end of the world for me. I felt confused and felt horrified. Why the heck do I need an operation? I asked myself. Oh well. I wasn’t even listening to the specialist any more I was just daydreaming of what will happen during the operation. My mum was asking some questions like “Would this be a risk for her?” I was just out of my mind that I couldn’t even think. Then after the conversation between my mum and Dr. Scott, all of us went outside the room. My mother checked with the counter and asked “Would there be any cost for the operation?”.“It depends” the lady in the counter replied. Then Dr. Scott gave my mum a receipt and schedules of his operation so we can make an appointment as soon as possible. After that me and my mum went down the building. My mum called dad using the phone and told him to pick us up. After a few minutes, my dad and my siblings arrived with the scent of the food. When we both got in the car, I spotted my siblings drinking some drinks, then I asked “Did you guys went to Mcdonalds” I asked with a sight of confusion. They answered “yes”. I sighed dramatically. Going to the doctor was all fine, it didn’t turn out the way I wanted, at least when getting an operation can make my life better.

Final: 9th of October, when it all happen. This is the day when I felt scared and unfamiliar. They say that having an appointment in that place would go fine, but for me it went unusual. Early in the overcast morning, in the second week of term 3, my family and I was having a superior holiday, just by spending time at home. My siblings probably won’t endure if there wasn’t any WIFI. Well I can live without WIFI. Anyway, it was all going well until the word “you’re having a check up with the doctor” came out in my mother’s mouth. How shocking it was for me and how could I not react to that. All I said was the word WHAT! to my mother and I think she was expecting me likely to be happy. Just because I had a lot of experiences with doctors doesn’t mean I’m used to it. I know for sure that I do not like seeing doctors. I thought it wouldn’t go any worse but it did. The worst thing is that I'm not just seeing my usual doctor but a different one. A specialist one. I never had any experience with specialists! But I’m pretty sure they’re more scarier and worse than my usual doctor. In my opinion, a specialist can be severe and scary. Scarier than the clown in the movie titled “IT”. I’m not trying to be mean or something, but I’m just telling the truth. Then a complain came out of my mouth “This can be a pain” I whispered to myself with a sight of miserable. I took a shower, I packed up and brushed my teeth, getting ready for the appointment. Taking a step outside and heading towards the car with my whole family in it. Are they coming to support me and to cheer me up, or are they coming just to tease and scare me? I just thought that this is too much thinking for today and I’m just scaring myself, thinking about negative thoughts. This is all because of fear and I blame it. A few minutes later, hearing and seeing raindrops in the window in the side of the car, makes me out of my stress, and seeing new buildings around the city makes me feel a bit better. A few minutes later, turning around in the street over there, observing the place called “Specialists at nine” makes me worry again. That word “Specialist” is really getting on my nerves, and having that “awhhh” moment, complaining and overthinking. Then the car stopped at that place called Specialists at nine in the parking lot. “Goodbye! And have a great time” Dad said. How am I gonna have a great time?, I asked myself. “Yeah” I responded. Then I took a step outside, appreciating the beauty of nature while raining and smelling the scent of the cold fresh air. It was all pleasant but will my appointment be? I was already over thinking, again! Then I looked around, while mum was outside with me having a conversation with dad through the opened window in the car. “Just call me when you guys are finish, and we will be around the city roaming around.” He said. “ Yeah, ok” mum replied. Me and my mum was walking in the pavement near the hospital. In my view,  the hospital looks like an apartment. We were going towards the entrance which has a glass door. When I arrive inside the hospital, I noticed some names. Names of the specialists. “Mum, what is the name of the specialists, that I’m having an appointment to?” I asked. “Dr. Scott Stevenson” She replied. Then we went upstairs by using the stairs. In the second floor, me and my mum was finding and observing the names, but the specialists that were looking for wasn’t there. I noticed that me and my mum was getting lost and neither of us doesn’t know where to go. Then we went upstairs again, looking for the name and finally found it. Near the lists of the names, was a door. We went inside and saw someone in the hospital counter. “Excuse me, can you please tell me where Dr. Scott Stevenson is?” Mum asked, then the lady inside the counter replied back, “Yeah, just keep on going straight then turn left, then you will see another counter, then you can ask the lady over there, about your appointment with Dr. Scott Stevenson.” Mum thanked the lady in the counter, furthermore we went straight then we took a left, then we saw the counter. Mum asked about my appointment and the lady in the counter told us to took a seat over there. Seating in a couch was making me comfortable. A few more minutes past when I suddenly heard my name. My heartbeat went as fast as a cheetah. “This is it” I said to myself getting up the couch. Being nervous and being tensed is really bad for my health that’s why I took a deep breath and carry on walking towards Dr. Scott’s room. He told us to seat in the chair, then he started asking me questions like I’m having an interview. The interview was all about my nose. To be honest I’m having some issues about my nose, something like having a block nose everyday. I think it’s because of the season or maybe because of my hayfever, but it wasn’t. The specialist told me to seat in the comfy chair over there. I laid down, then he took his flashlight and equipment. Then he started checking  my ears, eyes, nose and my other senses. After that, he told me again to seat back in the chair (not the comfortable one). Then he started explaining the issues and why the medicines that my usual doctor gives doesn’t work anymore. It is something about the cartilage or something. He said that it went bigger. Then he suddenly, came up with a silly plan. “We would need to have an operation for her” he said. “What the!” I was outraged. I feel like I wanna faint. I felt like this would be the end of the world for me. I felt confused and felt horrified. Why the heck do I need an operation? I asked myself. Oh well. I wasn’t even listening to the specialist any more I was just daydreaming of what will happen during the operation. My mum was asking some questions like “Would this be a risk for her?” I was just out of my mind that I couldn’t even think. Then after the conversation between my mum and Dr. Scott, all of us went outside the room. My mother checked with the counter and asked “Would there be any cost for the operation?”.“It depends” the lady in the counter replied. Then Dr. Scott gave my mum a receipt and schedules of his operation so we can make an appointment as soon as possible. After that me and my mum went down the building. My mum called dad using the phone and told him to pick us up. After a few minutes, my dad and my siblings arrived with the scent of the food. When we both got in the car, I spotted my siblings drinking some drinks, then I asked “Did you guys went to Mcdonalds” I asked with a sight of confusion. They answered “yes”. I sighed dramatically. Going to the doctor was all fine, it didn’t turn out the way I wanted, at least when getting an operation can make my life better.