1. What Honestly Caught my attention from Langue's photographs, was the emotion she captured in every single one of them. It is so amazing how she was able to capture the moment of the seen by capturing what the people where feeling at that time, and what the mood and atmosphere was.
2a. Sight: I see a group of kids in a little bunch standing together, and one of them (a boy) is holding an American flag. I see a big plain wall behind them, and arches on top of It. I see the children are wearing worn out clothes, and they are no older than 10. I see fear in their eyes, I see confusion too. They looked puzzled and uncertain of what is going on around them. In the middle of this huge mess, they look like little ants in a wide open pick nick table. Nothing so significant. They seem so small and fragile. They Look so lost.
Smell: I smell sweat all around the place. I smell spit, and rubber from the shoes off all the people in the crowd. I smell salt, and I'm not sure why. Maybe its the sweat from the people that are crowded, or maybe its blood from someone that got shot. I smell pollution from the big city.
Hearing: I hear people screaming very loudly. I can also hear quarreling, bangs, protests, screams, crying, shouting, commands. I can hear distant calls from a mother that doesn't know where her five year old is at. I can hear officers screaming and giving orders. I can hear chains and insults. I can heart thunder. Maybe its about to rain, or maybe it is just the grumbling among the angered crowd.
Taste: I Taste salt. Blood, sweat. It might sound impossible, but these tastes are all around the place, around the whole city. I can taste the mist, the fog, the smoke, and the concrete wall we are being pushed against. I can taste the tears that drop from the faces of children that have lost their parents.
Touch: I feel dryness, heat, and stickiness.I feel confusion, and I feel metal being pressed against me. I can feel the texture of the hard and cool walls. I can feel pain in my feet from walking such a long way, and there is still a lot more steps to take. I feel exhausted, tired, annoyed. I feel like running away, escaping, but at the same time, I know I must stay.
2b. Sight: I see desperate mothers that don't know what they will feed they children. They haven't in a long long time. I see the bones sticking out of the children's bodies, I see their chapped, dry skin, cuts and scrapes in their feet
Smell: I smell gun powder filling the air all around me. I can clearly smell dirt from all the people coming and going and moving all over the place. It is almost as if I could smell the filthiness. All rotten food, the sour milk, the bodies of all these poor innocent people that haven't been able to take a bath in a pretty long time. I can also smell smoke, a sort of pollution that is greater each second. Also moisture.
Hearing: I hear gun shots, screaming, crying, mumbling,whining, different voices, children, sobbing. I can make out children dreaming to their mothers, and babies crying in the far distance. Walking close by small children, its as if I can hear their little hearts beating faster and faster each time, along with their growing fear.
Taste: I taste dry air, dirt, blood (in the atmosphere),
Touch: I feel a rocky ground, muddy too! I feel cuts on my feet, and I feel heat too!! I feel tired from walking so much, and I feel sad for all this destruction. I feel confused, and I feel lost in the middle this maze of people. When I walk next to babies or kids, I can feel their breaths, deep and big breaths.
3. Personally, I would prefer to do a power point or a blog. It depends on what type of project. Those are the easiest ways to do it, plus it included technology, and I think that is good because this class has to do with technology, and I believe using posters would be kind of out of place.
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