My first day of holidays.RAIN,RAIN,RAIN! Hope everyone else has got nice weather!
♥Monica♥
xx
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Gives no explanation
Offers an explanation based on personal experience/preferences
Writes an explanation which relates symbol/icon to heritage
Writes an explanation which gives the reader an insight into its significance not only for that person but also its importance to the country of origin
Comment:The reason my flag is symbol/icon to heritage is because of the koru because it represents a new beginning. The country of origin is New Zealand the fern shows that.
Offers an explanation based on personal experience/preferences
Writes an explanation which relates symbol/icon to heritage
Writes an explanation which gives the reader an insight into its significance not only for that person but also its importance to the country of origin
Comment:The reason my flag is symbol/icon to heritage is because of the koru because it represents a new beginning. The country of origin is New Zealand the fern shows that.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Center of Town
Te Kuiti
Walking down the main street I see a calm peaceful Chinese garden, I smell the flowers they smell sweet like honey, beautiful water features in there, hearing the water trickle softly, I leave the Chinese gardens and walk down the street. A large statue sits there making me feel small, children playing with their dog running, throwing balls and toys, playing tug of war.
I see shops with sun beaming through the windows, I inhale the smell of pastries and cakes. I hear adults laughing and joking about something that happened last week.
Walking down the main street I see a calm peaceful Chinese garden, I smell the flowers they smell sweet like honey, beautiful water features in there, hearing the water trickle softly, I leave the Chinese gardens and walk down the street. A large statue sits there making me feel small, children playing with their dog running, throwing balls and toys, playing tug of war.
I see shops with sun beaming through the windows, I inhale the smell of pastries and cakes. I hear adults laughing and joking about something that happened last week.
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