<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoIconic</title><subtitle type='html'>photographic expression seeking to move the beholder&lt;br&gt;towards what is actually and most truly beautiful.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114874825947313835</id><published>2006-05-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:45:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/AshEye.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/AshEye.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;Determination comes to us in the smallest of media, yet the greatest of potency.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114874825947313835?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114874825947313835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114874825947313835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114874825947313835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114874825947313835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/05/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114842305300838865</id><published>2006-05-23T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:24:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Panorama</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/mountain_panoram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/mountain_panoram.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;One thing I love about moutaintops is that they remind me of how small I really am.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Fairplay, Colorado USA&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;Summer 2003&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114842305300838865?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114842305300838865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114842305300838865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114842305300838865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114842305300838865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/05/mountain-panorama.html' title='Mountain Panorama'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114842249801764302</id><published>2006-05-23T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:21:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial Luminations</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/fairplay_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/fairplay_sunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;do we say that light appears&lt;br /&gt;as a beautiful thing at last&lt;br /&gt;because it is both wave and particle&lt;br /&gt;or have we been made to  grasp&lt;br /&gt;the hues, colors and lumination&lt;br /&gt;in such a way that mysteriously&lt;br /&gt;transcends the seen?&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Fairplay, Colorado USA&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;Summer 2003&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114842249801764302?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114842249801764302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114842249801764302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114842249801764302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114842249801764302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/05/celestial-luminations.html' title='Celestial Luminations'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114590897601383889</id><published>2006-04-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:12:35.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Window of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/windowofknowledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/windowofknowledge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Through this window students peer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;With hopeful optimism upon their brow -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That tomorrow might be more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;than the maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And eternity's boundlessness be progressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Deeply imprinted upon their minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;For all time and further still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;South Bend, Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-left: 15px;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Notre Dame Campus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;April 21, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114590897601383889?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114590897601383889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114590897601383889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114590897601383889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114590897601383889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/window-of-knowledge.html' title='Window of Knowledge'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114574365933863273</id><published>2006-04-22T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:51:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Liberator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/NotreDame_Moses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/NotreDame_Moses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;I wrote a post on the Nook a while back on the significance of Martin Luther King, Jr. entitled  &lt;a href="http://nielsensnook.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-than-black-holiday.html"&gt;More than a Black Holiday&lt;/a&gt;.  Many regard him as a kind of modern day prophet.  This statue of Moses standing in victory on the neck of the golden calf reminds me that prophets of then and now all pointed to a hope beyond themselves.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;South Bend, Indiana - University of Notre Dame Campus&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;April 21, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114574365933863273?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114574365933863273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114574365933863273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114574365933863273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114574365933863273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/liberator.html' title='The Liberator'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114574304927271592</id><published>2006-04-22T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:57:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's Trumpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/NotreDame_Daffodill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/NotreDame_Daffodill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;A lone daffodil in northern Indiana, seems to be the only one interested in posing for a picture.  The others look off to the right at the passersby.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; South Bend Indiana&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;April 21, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114574304927271592?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114574304927271592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114574304927271592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114574304927271592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114574304927271592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/springs-trumpet.html' title='Spring&apos;s Trumpet'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114574246771155434</id><published>2006-04-22T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:47:47.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notre Dame: O What Architecture Could Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/20060421_NotreDame_106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/20060421_NotreDame_106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;My wife and I were at a philosophy conference at Notre Dame this week.  I took a couple of hours to scour the campus, for it was an architectural feast.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;South Bend, Indiana - Notre Dame&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;April 21, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114574246771155434?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114574246771155434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114574246771155434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114574246771155434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114574246771155434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/notre-dame-o-what-architecture-could.html' title='Notre Dame: O What Architecture Could Be'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114550345456664734</id><published>2006-04-19T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:24:14.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Малинкая Белоснежная Церковь The Little Snow Covered Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/20011114_Short_Term_Mission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/20011114_Short_Term_Mission.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;Hidden away in the small town of Kirov, Russia the bright yet weathered paint of this little church bounded across the magical winter snow to catch the eye of the passerby.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Kirov, Russia&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;November 14, 2001&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114550345456664734?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114550345456664734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114550345456664734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114550345456664734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114550345456664734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-snow-covered-church.html' title='Малинкая Белоснежная Церковь &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:9px&quot;&gt;The Little Snow Covered Church&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114550274089621380</id><published>2006-04-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:14:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Pillars and Eastern Seminaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Steeple-through-the-Pillars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Steeple-through-the-Pillars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;It has been a while; however, I am pretty sure this was a shot I took of a Russian Orthodox Seminary (&amp;#1087;&amp;#1088;&amp;#1072;&amp;#1074;&amp;#1072;&amp;#1089;&amp;#1083;&amp;#1072;&amp;#1074;&amp;#1085;&amp;#1072;&amp;#1103; &amp;#1089;&amp;#1077;&amp;#1084;&amp;#1080;&amp;#1085;&amp;#1072;&amp;#1088;&amp;#1080;&amp;#1103;).  You may know that the Christian Church split in 1054 C.E. over a complex of issues, which left the Roman Catholic Church distinct from the Eastern Orthodox Church, which includes the Russian Orthodox Church.  What is intriguing to me here is that the pillars at this Eastern seminary we find Western, Roman styled pillars in the architecture.  Where's Dan Brown when you need someone to make up an unbelievably paranoid conspiracy story?&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;St. Petersburg, Russia&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;November 19, 2001&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114550274089621380?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114550274089621380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114550274089621380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114550274089621380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114550274089621380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/roman-pillars-and-eastern-seminaries.html' title='Roman Pillars and Eastern Seminaries'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114541739455504631</id><published>2006-04-18T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:31:03.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/20060417_TurtleCreek_062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/20060417_TurtleCreek_062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;Familiarity breeds content and sometimes contempt.  This squirrel at Turtle Creek was absolutely unimpressed with me as I shot a bit today.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Turtle Creek area of Dallas, Texas&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; April 18, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114541739455504631?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114541739455504631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114541739455504631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114541739455504631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114541739455504631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/fearless-squirrel.html' title='Fearless Squirrel'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114540890349938620</id><published>2006-04-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:11:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spire Through the Streets of Tallinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Spires-through-the-streets-%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Spires-through-the-streets-%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;Light is an amazing thing.  It warms the soul and draws us towards it.  It is more ancient than the cobble stones that pave the narrow streets of the best kept secret in Eastern Europe: Tallinn, Estonia.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Tallinn, Estonia&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; August 26, 2000&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114540890349938620?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114540890349938620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114540890349938620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114540890349938620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114540890349938620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/spire-through-streets-of-tallinn.html' title='Spire Through the Streets of Tallinn'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114486836462363780</id><published>2006-04-12T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:14:32.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Crane</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/crane_flying.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/crane_flying.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;A simple crane skimming across the surface of the water, taunting the photographer as he tries to capture her gracefullness on film.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Irving, Texas USA&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;April 11, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114486836462363780?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114486836462363780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114486836462363780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114486836462363780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114486836462363780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/04/simple-crane.html' title='A Simple Crane'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114340701910801926</id><published>2006-03-26T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:03:39.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Деревня  кирова - The Countryside of Kirov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/kirovDerevnya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/kirovDerevnya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;In mid November just west of the Urals, there is a place that remains from centuries ago.  The woman we visited, who lived in the pictured house, had no indoor plumbing.  Strangely, she was far more joyous and content than most Americans I know.  With a fairy tale view that she had from her home, there is no wonder why.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Countryside of Kirov, Russia&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;November 14, 2001&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114340701910801926?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114340701910801926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114340701910801926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114340701910801926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114340701910801926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/countryside-of-kirov.html' title='Деревня  кирова - The Countryside of Kirov'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114340477570707215</id><published>2006-03-26T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:26:15.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tartan Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/turtle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;My wife and I were walking through the neighborhood park and were delighted to hear three young boys come running up with delightful cries, "We found a turtle!  We got a turtle!"  It was a beautiful delight to share this with them as a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally amazing is the detail in which these turtles are made.  The face of this little guy looks like a most detailed tartan (I think he is a Ferguson).  The red behind his eye is brilliant.  What is even more remarkable is that the Creator of this turtle made him uniquely like this.  We can recognize this fellow as a turtle and yet we can also distinguish him from other turtles if we know him well enough.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;NW Park.  Irving, Texas&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;March 26, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114340477570707215?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114340477570707215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114340477570707215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114340477570707215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114340477570707215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/tartan-turtle.html' title='Tartan Turtle'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114334292916380952</id><published>2006-03-25T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:14:57.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltic Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Sunset-in-Tallinn-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Sunset-in-Tallinn-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;While the remaining Soviet art is definitely "Big, ugly and incomprehensible," Tallinn is one of the most beautiful well kept secrets of the Baltic region.  I hope you will enjoy the various photos that will be posted here from 2000.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Tallinn, Estonia&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;August 31, 2000&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114334292916380952?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114334292916380952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114334292916380952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114334292916380952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114334292916380952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/baltic-sunset.html' title='Baltic Sunset'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114295373367504771</id><published>2006-03-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T07:14:28.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is New</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/2006-03-16_Ashley_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/2006-03-16_Ashley_0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;Wavy yellow plastic has become fascinating again through the eyes of children.  It is fascinating to watch little children explore the world that we have taken for granted.  It reminds us, often uncomfortably, that there is indeed much that we take for granted.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Texas USA&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;March 20, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114295373367504771?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114295373367504771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114295373367504771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114295373367504771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114295373367504771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-is-new.html' title='Everything is New'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114290722884516041</id><published>2006-03-20T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:18:46.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tromping through the Tulips after the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo:image&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/tulip-at-jaycee-park-%28irvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/tulip-at-jaycee-park-%28irvin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/photo:image&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:description&gt;We had something like 7 or 8 inches of rain fall across the Dallas/Forth Worth Metroplex over the last few days.  The flowers are heavy laden with the moisture come all at once to a dry and weary land that has been in drought for 18 months.  Sometimes when what we need most comes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en masse&lt;/span&gt; it overwhelms us such that we too have trouble bearing up under it.  Nevertheless, the tulip seems a bit more lucid and the light blue pansies just more incandescent.&lt;/photo:description&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:location&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Jaycee Park, Irving, Texas&lt;/photo:location&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; March 20, 2006&lt;/photo:date&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114290722884516041?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114290722884516041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114290722884516041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114290722884516041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114290722884516041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/tromping-through-tulips-after-rain.html' title='Tromping through the Tulips after the Rain'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114286855193026873</id><published>2006-03-20T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:43:43.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Зон отдыха - The Place of Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Autumn-Path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Autumn-Path.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Moskva (Moscow), one of the most crammed cities I have ever lived, there was a place on the southside, between metro stations Tyopli Stan and Yugo Zapednaya that was a world within a world, an antithesis within a thesis.  Everything about it silently and yet forcibly led one to contemplation.  You would never feel comfortable walking loudly (as American's tend to do) though this place.  The trees were asking you to be quiet and deal with your thoughts, even the ones we try and entertain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Москва, Россия (Moscow, Russia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;October 14, 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114286855193026873?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286855193026873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114286855193026873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114286855193026873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114286855193026873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/place-of-rest.html' title='Зон отдыха - The Place of Rest'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114271375424488380</id><published>2006-03-18T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:29:14.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Bridge from Southeastern Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Charles-Bridge-%28from-SE-Bank%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Charles-Bridge-%28from-SE-Bank%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forecast for our trip to Prague was supposed to be rain and storms.  Looks like science can be mistaken.  For those who have an appetite for architecture, for humanity's rendering stones and tiles into media that communicate to the soul, then you will love Prague and her gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Prague, Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; May 23, 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114271375424488380?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114271375424488380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114271375424488380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114271375424488380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114271375424488380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/charles-bridge-from-southeastern-bank.html' title='Charles Bridge from Southeastern Bank'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114246260203741784</id><published>2006-03-15T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:31:44.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling River Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Fairplay_Stream.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Fairplay_Stream.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of warm ocean waves and that of tumbling icy spring streams of the Colorado Rockies are two of the most relaxing and hypnotic sounds I know.  It is the moment of the year in which the deadwood is washed away and from it comes new life, a theme that gives us all hope as we consider the deadwood we each possess in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Fairplay, Colorado USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; July 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114246260203741784?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114246260203741784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114246260203741784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114246260203741784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114246260203741784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/tumbling-river-touch.html' title='Tumbling River Touch'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114244659322295827</id><published>2006-03-15T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:36:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Grams of Spring in Context</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/2006-03-14_Turtle_Creek_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/2006-03-14_Turtle_Creek_007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the things about Creation is that it is the fabric, the context in which we can enjoy the particular delicacies of beauty and then, as if moving around to another facet of a great gem, we see it again as if for the first time.  What is also remarkable is how Humanity can live and work within this context so that it contributes to beauty rather than detract from it.  Consider the bridge in the background of this picture.  It seems to flow from the landscape, as if it belongs there, adding to the beauty that we try to capture with feeble means of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;March 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114244659322295827?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114244659322295827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114244659322295827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114244659322295827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114244659322295827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-grams-of-spring-in-context.html' title='Two Grams of Spring in Context'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114243335357213357</id><published>2006-03-15T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:35:32.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Grams of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/2006-03-14_Turtle_Creek_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/2006-03-14_Turtle_Creek_005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no horticulturist, but I do know that this flower was singing to me yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The brown and cold are fleeing,&lt;br /&gt;Spring's warm colors you are seeing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: &lt;/span&gt;Turtle Creek area of Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;March 14, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114243335357213357?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114243335357213357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114243335357213357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114243335357213357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114243335357213357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-grams-of-spring.html' title='Two Grams of Spring'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114238896608265003</id><published>2006-03-14T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:33:58.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolshevik Revolution in Kirov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Kirov-Diorama.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Kirov-Diorama.21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kirov there is a wall size painting of the Bolshevik Revolution which comes out into actual tire tracks and wagon wheels of the three-dimensional flavor.  I had never seen a диорама (diorama) before our visit to Kirov.  It was quite fascinating as a medium, drawing you into the painting back of the props quite effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that has always intrigued me about the Boshevik Revolution is the relative ease in which a relatively small group of people took control of not only Russia but the minds of the Russians.  People will rise up against injustice while often in unjust ways.  However, consider how amazing it will be when we as humanity rise up against injustice in just and gracious ways.  The difference between Dr. Martin Luther King and Vladimir Lenin is quite remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Kirov, Russia (north and east of Moscow, west of the Urals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; February 2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114238896608265003?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114238896608265003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114238896608265003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114238896608265003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114238896608265003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/bolshevik-revolution-in-kirov.html' title='Bolshevik Revolution in Kirov'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114236743961893966</id><published>2006-03-14T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:34:15.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harmony of the Water-Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/prague_waterwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/prague_waterwheel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nature would seem to serve only functions for the sake of humanity, which has somehow abstracted itself from nature.  Nature is regarded as a harlot from whom her riches are to be exploited.  The water-wheel comes from a time when nature was regarded for what she is, a beautiful and poetic discourse of God's revelation of himself.  In this way nature was to be respected and humanity is then self-conscious of the fact that it is a concrete and inextricable part of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Prague, Czech Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt; May 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114236743961893966?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114236743961893966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114236743961893966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114236743961893966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114236743961893966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/harmony-of-water-wheel.html' title='The Harmony of the Water-Wheel'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114235937396793423</id><published>2006-03-14T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:34:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light through the Alleyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/Sabor_through_an_Alley_in_Moscow.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/Sabor_through_an_Alley_in_Moscow.23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the daily hub-bub, a small sabor in busy Moscow market district radiates an architectural uniqueness, the "onion domes" directing one upward, to what is beyond themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Moscow, Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;October 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114235937396793423?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114235937396793423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114235937396793423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114235937396793423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114235937396793423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/light-through-alleyway.html' title='Light through the Alleyway'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114230587767435998</id><published>2006-03-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:34:49.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/1600/urban_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2404/419/320/urban_sunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when in the context of the mundane, beauty struts forth boldly, leaping over the concrete and glass and metal to give us pause and remind us that we are part of this mosaic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Irving, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: &lt;/span&gt;March 8, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114230587767435998?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114230587767435998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114230587767435998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114230587767435998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114230587767435998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/urban-sunset.html' title='Urban Sunset'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24023150.post-114230260394616412</id><published>2006-03-13T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:16:43.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my photokryptic side</title><content type='html'>I have this artistic creative side to me that does not have a lot of time to really develop and mature with school, running my business, and just trying to be a generally responsible person.  However, one thing I have learned is that creativity is as much developed as the ability to think logically or play a sport.  So this will be the beginning of what end I know not - but it's a beginning with hope that creativity and artistic expression will be photographically cultivated.  To this end your comments, critiques and suggestions are most welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photokryptic side is that side of me that is very much graphically oriented and pictorial in expression.  It is that side of me that wants to capture beauty and intrigue in its manifold forms by means of lens and light, that in its frame these photos might move us towards what is truly beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24023150-114230260394616412?l=photoiconic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/feeds/114230260394616412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24023150&amp;postID=114230260394616412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114230260394616412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24023150/posts/default/114230260394616412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photoiconic.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-photokryptic-side.html' title='my photokryptic side'/><author><name>wn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09648338508592526316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8afgIDYKUs/TMcsmcs-ahI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qpBSt1Yusk0/s1600-R/35044_1433692556944_1071826522_31294574_1866347_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
