tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359972992024-03-13T10:42:52.975-07:00Trevor's BlogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-14606508082710841982011-01-21T05:54:00.000-08:002011-01-21T05:54:20.799-08:00Mekong Delta PhotosAll these shots were taken at a brick factory on the Mekong Delta. It was sort of like bamboo hut-like and they had kilns that they made out of bricks that they obviously fired someplace else.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTmNxdj_0SI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7urIuQfHC7M/s1600/IMG_2365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTmNxdj_0SI/AAAAAAAAC2c/7urIuQfHC7M/s400/IMG_2365.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Not Quite Cemented"<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">This last one is a picture of the fire inside one of the kilns. I took a picture of it because it was the only light in the hut and the hut was dark.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-71812372402393516242011-01-16T03:38:00.000-08:002011-01-16T03:38:04.996-08:00Light Scribble IIHere are the next shots I took. I've sorta forgotten how to do a blog since I haven't done one in so long. My dad is helping me type this but I'm the one who's making up the words and deciding which pictures I'll put down. I hope to make more Light Scribble pictures but it is hard to find opportunities. It has to be night and there have to be lots of neon lights. Maybe at TET I'll be able to get some more.<br />
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This one is called "Math Claws" because it has numbers and the lights that are not numbers look like claws. I took it in a taxi ride.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTLUtP_UgUI/AAAAAAAAC1I/gIE8P8lUaVE/s1600/IMG_1971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTLUtP_UgUI/AAAAAAAAC1I/gIE8P8lUaVE/s400/IMG_1971.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Math Claws"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I took this one with lights that were on the ground. This one is called Laser Archers because it looks like a bunch of arrows. I like this picture because the "laser arrows" are burning at the tips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTLVdv9srAI/AAAAAAAAC1M/KhBNJBd5MFw/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTLVdv9srAI/AAAAAAAAC1M/KhBNJBd5MFw/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Laser Archers"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I took this picture in the same place as Laser Archers. The lights were on the ground. I shook the camera in tiny, little circles at an angle. I like it because there are lots of different colored lights that look good together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTLW-h4yydI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/o6koFe5LqMM/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TTLW-h4yydI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/o6koFe5LqMM/s400/IMG_1988.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Shooting Hoops"</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-22007284729329508342010-12-18T21:55:00.000-08:002010-12-18T21:55:51.128-08:00Light Scribble<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Light Scribble is where you zoom in all the way as much as you can go without doing a digital zoom and then you turn the flash off. It has to be dark. Very dark. Then you aim the camera at a light, shake the camera and click the shutter while you're shaking.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I got this idea quite on accident. I was in a taxi cab with my friend, Joshua and we were taking close up pictures of our eyes. It was bumpy in the cab and I decided to take a picture out the front of the dashboard. Instead I got a picture of the meter. Since it was so bumpy, it shook the camera and created a really cool photo.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I'm going to post some of the other ones I have done. Enjoy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Trevor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aT1HSsfI/AAAAAAAAC0I/ObHIQShMuQk/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aT1HSsfI/AAAAAAAAC0I/ObHIQShMuQk/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Hooks"</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">This one happened when I was trying to do a Light Scribble with some lights on the ground. It was one of those cords with lights inside it. So the lights were in a really straight line. </div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aUAAIVGI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/qI9c6FvalWk/s1600/IMG_1941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aUAAIVGI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/qI9c6FvalWk/s400/IMG_1941.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Frozen Fire"</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I took this one by having some white lights in front and some red lights in back. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I shook the camera and they mixed together. I like this one 'cause it looks like rain.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aUTTl3QI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/pFUNTrnlPdk/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aUTTl3QI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/pFUNTrnlPdk/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Number Storm"</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">This is one of the first pictures I took in that taxi I was telling you about. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's the picture of the taxi meter (we were at 40.000 vnd at that point!).</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aUtm7o3I/AAAAAAAAC0g/PL9dr2Bn_oM/s1600/IMG_1849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2aUtm7o3I/AAAAAAAAC0g/PL9dr2Bn_oM/s400/IMG_1849.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Neon Wheels"</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">We were buying a bahn mi sandwich last night and this is a picture of their store sign. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I shook it up, clicked the shutter and you know the rest.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2c2gWWXuI/AAAAAAAAC0o/MY5dzFfxJ90/s1600/IMG_1887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2c2gWWXuI/AAAAAAAAC0o/MY5dzFfxJ90/s400/IMG_1887.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Electric Hair"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I call this one Electric Hair because it looks like, well, electric hair. I forgot where I took this one.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2dB6SoG6I/AAAAAAAAC0s/bha-vmKdg5M/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/TQ2dB6SoG6I/AAAAAAAAC0s/bha-vmKdg5M/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Raining Ice"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took this picture when we were just coming into a little carnival. It was at night of course and there was this huge styrofoam Santa thing that looked like a house that you had to go under to get to the carnival. There were blue lights covering it. There wasn't a single place there wasn't a blue light. It hurt my eyes so I decided to look at it through the camera lens. It still hurts your eyes a bit, but it's better.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was quite restrained by showing you just these pictures. Next blog post I'll try to show more. Thank you for looking. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-10384808153867588012009-07-17T16:17:00.000-07:002009-07-17T16:31:58.656-07:00Hawaii!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SmEIiNIs2nI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/s_uXw26BBhU/s1600-h/DSC06293.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SmEIiNIs2nI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/s_uXw26BBhU/s320/DSC06293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359574415282330226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SmEIh1KcKEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YLQ3DZYztKo/s1600-h/DSC06601.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SmEIh1KcKEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YLQ3DZYztKo/s320/DSC06601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359574408847173698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SmEIhZoYzLI/AAAAAAAAB1I/kFqH5mt4_Aw/s1600-h/DSC06720.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SmEIhZoYzLI/AAAAAAAAB1I/kFqH5mt4_Aw/s320/DSC06720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359574401456590002" /></a><br /><br />The first picture is of of a gecko we saw in Hawaii and it was fun seeing lots of the geckos in a garden we went to. That was when we stayed in Uncle Graham's house.<br /><br />The next picture is of my brother and my Uncle Graham fighting with bamboo. I was there too but you can't see me. Uncle Graham broke all of my bamboo swords. Well, most of them. I tried one that was a little bit shorter and it didn't break. It was as strong as his I guess. I wish I could go back to Hawaii and do that again.<br /><br />The last picture is me boogie boarding in Hawaii. Do you like it? Am I good at it? I love body boarding and it was fun. The water was OK once you got used to it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-60252307035150648012009-06-14T19:37:00.000-07:002009-06-14T19:45:19.618-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SjW0o9T6_JI/AAAAAAAAB0w/6yWXHCC1sKM/s1600-h/DSC06172.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SjW0o9T6_JI/AAAAAAAAB0w/6yWXHCC1sKM/s320/DSC06172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347378748318219410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SjW0olYcNRI/AAAAAAAAB0o/nEZwWRYMsyM/s1600-h/DSC05977.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SjW0olYcNRI/AAAAAAAAB0o/nEZwWRYMsyM/s320/DSC05977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347378741894722834" /></a><br /><br />This is of me swimming laps at the View Ridge Swim Pool. I'm on the View Ridge Swim Team. It is hard work but it is still fun and it makes me a better swimmer too.<br /><br />This is a picture of me and my brother posing for the camera at Greenlake. Uncle Graham was visiting too and I think he was the one taking the picture.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-59102940815351953472009-04-02T21:18:00.000-07:002009-04-02T21:27:21.043-07:00A Bug's Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SdWPwRDDJEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/sF6jCD385Fo/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SdWPwRDDJEI/AAAAAAAABUQ/sF6jCD385Fo/s320/P1010133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320316594180793410" /></a><br />(This picture is for Aunt Molly.) I did, in fact, get a picture of the Bug's Life in the parade! It was very fun at Disneyland, and I had a good time, too. Yours Truly, TrevorUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-79612663153379981072009-02-21T11:39:00.000-08:002009-02-21T11:45:37.831-08:00Jack On FireI was at Disneyland and this is a picture of Jack on top of the bad machine from The Incredibles movie. I saw him in a Pixar Parade - A Disney Pixar Parade at Disney's California Adventure. I went with my Grandma, Dad, Mom and brother. And my favorite ride was Soarin' Over California. The first day we got to Disneyland my Grandma bought us ice cream...me and my brother that is. And by the way, Jack's hair is on fire!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SaBYtyfuUBI/AAAAAAAABPU/tDQJ2NLhYxY/s1600-h/P1010126.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SaBYtyfuUBI/AAAAAAAABPU/tDQJ2NLhYxY/s320/P1010126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305337904714633234" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-28017197822791562722009-02-14T12:50:00.000-08:002009-02-14T13:08:18.827-08:00Troll and Crystal BallI'm sorry it has been a long time since I posted. There has been a lot of things to do(Grandpa Brtz's funeral, Colin's Birthday, Packing for Disneyland). I feel sad that Grandpa Brtz died.<br /><br />The first picture, "crystal ball". The way I took that is I aimed the camera at the mirror in the dark and put the flash on so it looks like a crystal ball. The second picture is of a troll, and it is called "Troll". Me and Uncle Pete are sitting on the troll's hand. Doesn't the troll look huge? Pete was visiting because of the funeral.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SZcwJoBh_iI/AAAAAAAABPM/GTkuxktiMBo/s1600-h/P3070163.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SZcwJoBh_iI/AAAAAAAABPM/GTkuxktiMBo/s320/P3070163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302760028172844578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SZcwJlswy4I/AAAAAAAABPE/T2Yd5KzF86E/s1600-h/DSC04825.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SZcwJlswy4I/AAAAAAAABPE/T2Yd5KzF86E/s320/DSC04825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302760027548863362" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-67550513758707628132008-08-19T15:45:00.000-07:002008-08-19T15:49:37.361-07:00Oregon - Serious & Silly<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SKtNMkoc8CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EI6twArQcLw/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SKtNMkoc8CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EI6twArQcLw/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236363870135447586" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SKtNNJn-FUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LXrYdm9S9BI/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SKtNNJn-FUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LXrYdm9S9BI/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236363880065537346" /></a><br /><br />The first picture I think Colin and Charlie have silly faces...well, not really silly but Colin is trying to be serious. Charlie is trying a teethy, grin thingy.<br /><br />And the next picture everyone is trying to be silly, including me. I'm the one trying to eat Charile's head. Uncle Jeff is the one whose tongue is out, just laying there. He's in a grey shirt.<br /><br />These pictures were taken in Oregon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-1995224546269319442008-08-03T08:17:00.000-07:002008-08-03T08:21:29.693-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SJXMMBxIZkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OVD_L04EnXA/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SJXMMBxIZkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OVD_L04EnXA/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311049265702466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SJXMMB5LThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wqsk6UHlwp4/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SJXMMB5LThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wqsk6UHlwp4/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311049299447314" /></a><br /><br />We went to the lake to watch the Blue Angels. It was exciting watching the Blue Angels. Afterwards we went to the beach and Gabe sprinkled sand on my back. Like muddy sand. Then I had to lie back in the water and get the sand washed off.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-42496167830192389982008-07-14T18:18:00.000-07:002008-07-14T18:22:31.921-07:00Flaming Marshmellow<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SHv7HP28_8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/N48vyJtUgDs/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SHv7HP28_8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/N48vyJtUgDs/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223044294800900034" /></a><br /><br />This is a flaming marshmellow Uncle Graham was trying to blow out. It kinda looks like he was going to eat it! Mine just got burned and I'm looking at his that's burned and Colin is eating one of his s'mores. Uncle Graham visited from Hawaii. I think he might be going back to Iraq. I like Uncle Graham a lot, especially when I get to see him at my Popo and Grandad's house. Sometimes he even lives there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-57373270767890345222008-07-14T18:11:00.000-07:002008-07-14T18:17:34.938-07:00My Face Painting<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SHv6MRAvqYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uDuMEMF16yQ/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/SHv6MRAvqYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uDuMEMF16yQ/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223043281498122626" /></a><br /><br />I got this at the Outdoor Movie. Isn't he cute? I asked for a dog when I was doing face painting. It is not on my face anymore. At the movie I also got ice cream and everything was free!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-41792848237615785762008-03-30T18:42:00.000-07:002008-03-30T18:45:55.656-07:00The First Garden I Ever Planted<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R_BCRqC88QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P94f5NvchEk/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R_BCRqC88QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P94f5NvchEk/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183716042215321858" /></a><br />This is the first garden I ever built. My mom is the one who did the most work, but we helped a little bit. This is a picture of us, when we were first starting the garden. We're going to plant rainbow carotts and some other fun stuff.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-64558384194588443852008-01-14T17:49:00.000-08:002008-01-14T17:52:50.595-08:00My Second Tooth!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R4wRPO68xxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pxHXSSMmjUA/s1600-h/P1010035_1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R4wRPO68xxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pxHXSSMmjUA/s320/P1010035_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155514626833434386" /></a><br /><br />This is my second tooth and I lost it last night. This is my tooth fairy pillow and my Grandma made it for me. And now there is a big gap right in the front of my teeth-big enough to fit a straw in! That's probably all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-41153420954403638762007-12-18T18:09:00.000-08:002007-12-18T18:39:02.817-08:00I lost my first tooth!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R2h9uu68xuI/AAAAAAAAADo/W4JLBpKfnpc/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R2h9uu68xuI/AAAAAAAAADo/W4JLBpKfnpc/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145500816093529826" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R2h9vO68xvI/AAAAAAAAADw/JlhNQG-ae0k/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/R2h9vO68xvI/AAAAAAAAADw/JlhNQG-ae0k/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145500824683464434" /></a><br /><br />I lost my first tooth and I really had a good time loosing it. Papa got me out of bed because I lost my tooth. The next picture is about when we were having Wrestlmania and I brought out a freezer and froze Papa. I'm dressed as Batman and Papa is dressed with my underpants on his head and Momia's apron. I think that Papa might have been just kidding that he was frozen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-50808712661902129162007-09-22T19:52:00.000-07:002007-09-22T20:07:42.499-07:00My First Bionicles and Scray, Scary Colin<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RvXW539HPsI/AAAAAAAAADA/SSIqxgugsKQ/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RvXW539HPsI/AAAAAAAAADA/SSIqxgugsKQ/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113229241710231234" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RvXW6n9HPtI/AAAAAAAAADI/17fkvA4XJdo/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RvXW6n9HPtI/AAAAAAAAADI/17fkvA4XJdo/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113229254595133138" /></a><br />I'm sorry it has been so long that I haven't put anything on this blog. It took me so long becuase I had so much to do. I had so many thank you notes to write. My mom and dad kept me busy writing thank you notes. And I spending time sleeping.<br /><br />I have two Bionicles. One is old, from my birthday, and one is new from today. The blue one can fly under the water. The red one has a crab that can actually really use his Cordak Blaster! Popo and Grandad gave me the money for the red one.<br /><br />This next picutre is a picture of Colin with his Bionicles. See how scary he looks? (Trevor laughs)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-91315146777389777882007-08-11T16:00:00.000-07:002007-08-11T16:09:29.925-07:00My First Seal I Ever Saw Up Close<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rr5AZzzfhAI/AAAAAAAAACk/qT1Yws7lPyw/s1600-h/P1010049_1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rr5AZzzfhAI/AAAAAAAAACk/qT1Yws7lPyw/s320/P1010049_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097582640377070594" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rr5AaTzfhBI/AAAAAAAAACs/XPecLjolgzM/s1600-h/IMG_6370.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rr5AaTzfhBI/AAAAAAAAACs/XPecLjolgzM/s320/IMG_6370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097582648967005202" /></a><br /><br /><br />I saw this seal in Florence, Oregon. We were near the docks with all the fishing boats. We bought tuna fish from a fisherman on his boat. We were visiting Uncle Scot and Aunt Mary Kay. I like this picture of a seal because seals make noise and it was fun to see one in the wild.<br /><br />This is me and Charlie and Colin in North Carolina. We were shooting because we just watched a Buzz Lightyear movie. I had fun playing with Colin and Charlie. We were at the beach.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-36029225763009136042007-08-02T11:47:00.000-07:002007-08-02T12:16:14.400-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RrIqHTzfg-I/AAAAAAAAACU/hsfnPaUids4/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RrIqHTzfg-I/AAAAAAAAACU/hsfnPaUids4/s320/P1010051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094180433573151714" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RrIqIDzfg_I/AAAAAAAAACc/o6_jgkBsdV4/s1600-h/P1010017_1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RrIqIDzfg_I/AAAAAAAAACc/o6_jgkBsdV4/s320/P1010017_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094180446458053618" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is my first monster truck I ever saw. It's wheel was taller than me. This was on our trip back from the beach in North Carolina. I like monster trucks becuase they go over big bumps and dirt hills. My favorite monster truck is Bustin' Loose.<br /><br />The next picture is ants on a building across the street from Jim's Steaks in Philadelphia. I like it because I like bugs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-57687189593606747302007-07-21T11:19:00.000-07:002007-07-21T11:28:49.975-07:00Coach J and Teddy<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RqJOjzzfg8I/AAAAAAAAACE/qWgHuJBoLjs/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RqJOjzzfg8I/AAAAAAAAACE/qWgHuJBoLjs/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089716905990652866" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RqJOkTzfg9I/AAAAAAAAACM/bLNw6UT67WI/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RqJOkTzfg9I/AAAAAAAAACM/bLNw6UT67WI/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089716914580587474" /></a><br /><br />I liked soccer at Arena Sports. I liked Coach J because when he plays games, he teaches us first how to play the games. We played Bullseye, Alien Tag, and Fishermen. That was my last day at soccer and I was holding a certificate.<br /><br />Teddy is my cousin. I like his eyes because they are the same size as my eyes and they're blue. I was at the beach in North Carolina. I liked to make him laugh by saying "OOPS!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-9815792966127272052007-06-18T15:31:00.000-07:002007-06-18T16:04:40.561-07:00My First Day I Caught a Fish<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RncIEufC8UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C25Ya-PoTIY/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RncIEufC8UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C25Ya-PoTIY/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077535982174269762" /></a><br /><br />This was my first day I caught a fish. I loved catching it. And I also caught it at the last 30 seconds. A nice, friendly man helped me catch it and helped my mommy know how to cast the pole. Like in the picture, we took a picture of the man holding the fish in front of me because I didn't want to hold it. I watched a different person who gutted it for me. I saw mine get gutted and then I saw another one get gutted that ate some sunflower seeds. My mommy cooked it for me, but then I didn't eat it because I didn't wanna eat it. My mommy ate it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-30691882454867611672007-06-18T08:54:00.000-07:002007-06-18T09:08:52.014-07:00Possum in the Flowers<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RnatRefC8SI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xy0J7DV3KK8/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RnatRefC8SI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xy0J7DV3KK8/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077436145659474210" /></a><br /><br />Last month somebody's dog found the possum in our yard and we went and looked at it and I couldn't find my camera, so I couldn't take a picture of it. But my mommy did, fortunately. And I'm so glad that my mommy took pictures. It was as big as an envelope. It lumped around in the grass and we tried not to scare it and when my mommy opened up the door to get the paper, she screamed because the possum was right on our doorsteps. It was like it was wanting to come in.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-11707638853810426792007-05-07T13:50:00.000-07:002007-05-07T14:01:39.186-07:00Fish and Tulips<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rj-R2cNxfAI/AAAAAAAAABU/a_WbbdkHPFQ/s1600-h/P1010004_1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rj-R2cNxfAI/AAAAAAAAABU/a_WbbdkHPFQ/s320/P1010004_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061924870660652034" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rj-R2sNxfBI/AAAAAAAAABc/da0lfD86aOY/s1600-h/P1010038_1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/Rj-R2sNxfBI/AAAAAAAAABc/da0lfD86aOY/s320/P1010038_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061924874955619346" /></a><br /><br />My picture of the fish is very funny. I think it's very funny because fish don't usually have little antennas on their nostrils. I saw the fish at the Japanese Garden. <br /><br />We went to the tulips with Popo and Grandad. I saw the windmill and the tulips and I saw grass. They were in the place where we saw them because it was a tulip garden and a place where there was a little store. It was a tulip farm where they selled tulips.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-30575969204888721512007-05-02T07:03:00.000-07:002007-05-02T07:11:25.314-07:00My Popo's Apple<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RjiazcNxe_I/AAAAAAAAABM/E3gCfLmyoWY/s1600-h/P1010003_1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RjiazcNxe_I/AAAAAAAAABM/E3gCfLmyoWY/s320/P1010003_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059964389888719858" /></a><br /><br />My Popo made this apple because we read a story that was about lots of vegetables and fruits that had faces. It was called How Are You Peeling? Foods with Moods. She made it with cashew nuts, rotten cashew nuts and an apple with a funny shaped stem. It had a smile and two eyes and Popo drawed marker eyes on the cashews to make the eyeballs. It was really fun. I think you should have a Popo like mine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-47375720185291836442007-04-05T15:42:00.000-07:002007-04-05T15:43:27.944-07:00Margaurite's First Trip to the MoonMargaurite’s First Trip to the Moon<br />By Trevor Jackson<br /><br /> Margaurite went in a space shuttle. It was her first trip to the moon. She went up, up, UP in the space shuttle. She loved it. She had a great time watching the astronauts, even Trevor, pushing the launch-off button. She looked at all the buttons they were going to push after the launch-off button. She even looked at the food they were going to give to the people who had no food. There were cookies, bananas, apples, all kinds of fruits, desserts, and some more food. They gave the food to other people on the moon. <br />Margaurite stayed in the space shuttle. She watched Trevor out on the moon giving the people the food. Moon people have astronaut helmets on and astronaut suits all the way down to their feet and their toes. The suits were white and grey and puffy and the helmets had glass shields so the people could breathe. They had tanks in the back of them attached to the helmets. <br />The moon had big ditches and it was white. It wasn’t half, it was round when we got there. If it was half, we would’ve falled off. The space shuttle would’ve landed on one of the tips and fell off. Trevor explored the moon while the parents were back all the way on earth. He explored the big huge gigantic ditches that were so much fun. He almost fell into one, but he didn’t. <br />We all floated around. So did Margaurite. It was hard for her to get close to the window. But she had to grab onto a handle and pull herself back. There were two handles on the sides of the window. We also floated around! We had to grab onto the people’s handles that were on the big puffy suits. They had weight there. They showed us their space houses. The space houses were big and puffy. Everything was big and puffy, except for the moon. We went back home. We watched the earth getting closer and closer and we landed right where the space shuttle was placed to launch off. We loved it. The End.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997299.post-81020675937623705652007-04-05T15:36:00.000-07:002007-04-05T15:42:02.754-07:00My First Day with Margaurite<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RhV6KBISvuI/AAAAAAAAABE/-8fUQ3njnlU/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v30bLM_x3Ec/RhV6KBISvuI/AAAAAAAAABE/-8fUQ3njnlU/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050076869686378210" /></a><br /><br /><br />This was my first day with Margaurite. I made a couch for her. I set up her house under the chair. I liked Margaurite because she came from my school and I don't get to see her all the time. She comes with a frigerator. She comes with clothes and some hats. She comes with a bed and a blanket and pajamas. I put her pajamas on. I wonder where Teacher Sandi got all that stuff. I wrote a story about Margaurite going into space with me. I can't tell the whole story because it's too long in this little page and the blog is too small to write all the words. I'll paste the story into the next post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3