Color Composition

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Camera Settings

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Panoramic Photos

                                                                      Creative Photos

                                                                    Indoor Panoramics

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                                                                             Portraits

Panoramic Found Online

Peter Iredale, my childhood beach growing up. With the remains of a ship that had crashed in the early 20th century. My father took here as a very young child after dinner many nights to listen to the ocean waves and watch the sun fall beneath the horizon. I remember all of the other kids from other families playing amongst the metal framing of the boat, but my dad never allowed us too. To him it wasn't a toy, it was a memory in which our eyes could feast upon the beauty.

Another picture from Astoria. But the view from the Astoria column. A beauty tower that is over 160ft built into the air. When all the siblings were fairly young my father would take us there, race up the many stairs to the very top. To receive this view on a clear crisp day. He took paper planes up there and dollar tree parachute men, we would look into the distance of the ocean and let the planes fly. It was always fun to throw them and go retrieve them to do it all over again. As kids it kept us entertained for hours. One of my most treasured memories of my childhood. 

Found Faces Stories

Why hello there!! I'm Hank. People call me Bugger though, they say it's because my eyes intimidate them. Do they intimidate you? Look into them, it's alright. Don't be shy to stare, everyone does. It's something that you get used to over time. Newberg is my home, my roots are dug so deep here; I don't think that I could ever leave. I mean, look around, I got a family to provide for. My cousins are trying to photo bomb in the back ground. We all feed off each other and converse through the wisp of our leaves in the wind. My mother and father are reaching there later years, they creek and bellow as they sway. Living on this Newberg High school campus, the highlight of my day is bugging the freshman. As they walk by all stumbled and confused upon this new stage in their life; I enjoy making their day a little better by tickling underneath their chins with my flow. They feel embarrassed for bushing up on my do, but unknown to them, it's done on purpose. I've seen countless of years of freshman pass through my leaves. Some even decide to test my durability swinging on my arms and plucking single strands of hair out of my head to give to their romantically involved. What can I say though? Nothing beats the overwhelming feeling of loving something more than your grandchildren as the years go through.Though it does get stressful, dwelling in the midst of high school life, I try not to let it show, regardless, some hair falls out and layers the ground with red, brown and yellow. It's a disease, us trees have, when we become over stimulated. You think its a game, and play amongst the dead hair; and lay in it. That's actually kinda gross. But anyways, as my job on campus I add beauty, not to sound pompous but look at me. My mustache says it all. I'm the air you breathing, soaking up your mistakes of carbon dioxide and creating a beautiful world. Permeating through my thick bark, dwells in the power to sustain needed life, that's now our hidden secret. Shhh, no one needs to know. I wouldn't give it up for anything. Oh, I see a freshman, got to go get my wisp on. Bugger off.

Found Faces

                                                                             Teddy

                                                                             Luke

                                                                          Leony

                                                                         Fender

                                                                           Chip

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