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The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching

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  The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching The atmosphere over Pine Creek churns before it breaks. The sky stops being a distant ceiling, and tears open into a fevered, gestural vortex, churning in fierce ribbons of cadmium gold, raw ember, and bruised ink. Here, in the suffocating stillness of the build-up, the heat plays violent tricks on my inner eye. As the squall gathers, the twisting ironwoods and fractured ridges don't feel empty; they crawl with the uncanny belief of the Little People, low-slung, watchful phantoms spun from wire, red dust, and dry static, waiting out the road's fragility. Every jagged branch and swirling filament of cloud becomes a face, an arm, a sinister presence breathing inside the rising storm, drawing the traveller deeper into the delirium of the interior. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Fl...
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iPAD & ANDROID APPS and Blooms

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Part of a 21st Century Teacher's mission is to relate innovative technology with their teaching practices. Perhaps the most commonly accepted teaching and learning pedagogical methodology is the Blooms' Taxonomy. Blooms has been revised in the digital era.

Across the world, many educators have made considerable efforts to related Blooms with online learning, web 2.0, 3.0, and industrial revolution 4.0.

Blooms and Moodle


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Blooms and Web 2.0 to 3.0


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Blooms and Industrial Revolution 4.0

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Educators across the world can adapt new technologies and adapt teaching and learning practices through what is a globally connected effort to be relevant and effective. 

Can schools - more importantly can Educational Jurisdictions keep up with societal change?
Can Bloom's keep up?










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