<?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-1270428323860233478</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:36:02.078-08:00</updated><category term='seattle'/><category term='Fenceposts'/><category term='urban'/><category term='Oregon'/><category term='sunflower'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='Everyday Landscape'/><category term='Rural'/><category term='mounted policeman'/><category term='Fences'/><title type='text'>skipping stones   .         .       .      .      .   .  . . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-4832550076985217688</id><published>2011-12-02T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:36:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Further down the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAR8IrCYPGI/TtnDACBYtpI/AAAAAAAAANo/wDQ4ywb-jx8/s1600/700ret68456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAR8IrCYPGI/TtnDACBYtpI/AAAAAAAAANo/wDQ4ywb-jx8/s1600/700ret68456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This portrait was made on a recent cold, overcast morning.&amp;nbsp; Walking a lonely road on the fringes of the Applegate Valley of southern Oregon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-4832550076985217688?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4832550076985217688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4832550076985217688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2011/12/further-down-road.html' title='Further down the road'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAR8IrCYPGI/TtnDACBYtpI/AAAAAAAAANo/wDQ4ywb-jx8/s72-c/700ret68456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-4038560971766498733</id><published>2010-01-24T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:37:56.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #20 - Rogue Valley, Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S107CmLXKOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1ZiNNN2sUWI/s1600-h/suncrest0983-650oc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S107CmLXKOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1ZiNNN2sUWI/s640/suncrest0983-650oc.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking more or less toward the California border, maybe 25 miles distant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-4038560971766498733?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4038560971766498733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4038560971766498733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyday-landscape-20-rogue-valley.html' title='Everyday Landscape #20 - Rogue Valley, Oregon'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S107CmLXKOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1ZiNNN2sUWI/s72-c/suncrest0983-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8745340766391974584</id><published>2010-01-18T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:00:03.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #19 - Yellow House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S1SgsiEebvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/okUCHvjWhcQ/s1600-h/yellowhouse9972oc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S1SgsiEebvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/okUCHvjWhcQ/s640/yellowhouse9972oc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Prunin' time of year for the pear orchards out here in these parts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-8745340766391974584?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8745340766391974584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8745340766391974584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyday-landscape-19-yellow-house.html' title='Everyday Landscape #19 - Yellow House'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S1SgsiEebvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/okUCHvjWhcQ/s72-c/yellowhouse9972oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8142830070818701057</id><published>2010-01-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:46:08.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #18 - Old 4402</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S0KnhEjYfoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CT6SwoyGPmE/s1600-h/old4402_1278bco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S0KnhEjYfoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CT6SwoyGPmE/s640/old4402_1278bco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This old narrow gauge workhorse is sitting by the side of the road, long since abandoned by whoever had dreams of restoring her...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-8142830070818701057?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8142830070818701057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8142830070818701057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyday-landscape-18-old-4402.html' title='Everyday Landscape #18 - Old 4402'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/S0KnhEjYfoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CT6SwoyGPmE/s72-c/old4402_1278bco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1910669363023610656</id><published>2010-01-01T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:22:38.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #17 - New Year, New Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sz7YEZd7kEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VbcJn0CvCmk/s1600-h/foggystreetc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sz7YEZd7kEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VbcJn0CvCmk/s640/foggystreetc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year begins.&amp;nbsp; What will this year offer in the way of light and shape and emotion, to be snatched from the fog of existence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-1910669363023610656?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1910669363023610656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1910669363023610656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyday-landscape-17-new-year-new.html' title='Everyday Landscape #17 - New Year, New Focus'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sz7YEZd7kEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VbcJn0CvCmk/s72-c/foggystreetc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2723674440563617927</id><published>2009-12-30T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:43:18.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #16 - My Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SzvJaYA63BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QExVZRGrryw/s1600-h/night700c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SzvJaYA63BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QExVZRGrryw/s640/night700c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-2723674440563617927?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2723674440563617927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2723674440563617927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyday-landscape-16-my-town.html' title='Everyday Landscape #16 - My Town'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SzvJaYA63BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QExVZRGrryw/s72-c/night700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8457409088312277696</id><published>2009-12-09T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:24:56.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SyBbw63UKVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kzz9HsscC2E/s1600-h/leaves1272-650c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SyBbw63UKVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kzz9HsscC2E/s640/leaves1272-650c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-8457409088312277696?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8457409088312277696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8457409088312277696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyday-landscape-15.html' title='Everyday Landscape #15'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SyBbw63UKVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kzz9HsscC2E/s72-c/leaves1272-650c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-375588732473047023</id><published>2009-12-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:18:55.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fenceposts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sx3e175r52I/AAAAAAAAALw/nqlCgJsp-os/s1600-h/fenceposts1094oc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sx3e175r52I/AAAAAAAAALw/nqlCgJsp-os/s640/fenceposts1094oc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-375588732473047023?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/375588732473047023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/375588732473047023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyday-landscape-14.html' title='Everyday Landscape #14'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sx3e175r52I/AAAAAAAAALw/nqlCgJsp-os/s72-c/fenceposts1094oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8547512154403288258</id><published>2009-11-17T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:15:10.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SwOCvFFLdBI/AAAAAAAAALo/VImz-uTKyWc/s1600/booth9665-400wc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SwOCvFFLdBI/AAAAAAAAALo/VImz-uTKyWc/s640/booth9665-400wc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-8547512154403288258?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8547512154403288258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8547512154403288258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-landscape-13.html' title='Everyday Landscape #13'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SwOCvFFLdBI/AAAAAAAAALo/VImz-uTKyWc/s72-c/booth9665-400wc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1369044167571390921</id><published>2009-11-15T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:13:12.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SwBGmGT6c5I/AAAAAAAAALg/mKvb1f14tSM/s1600-h/wagner0375-650oc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SwBGmGT6c5I/AAAAAAAAALg/mKvb1f14tSM/s640/wagner0375-650oc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-1369044167571390921?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1369044167571390921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1369044167571390921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-landscape-12.html' title='Everyday Landscape #12'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SwBGmGT6c5I/AAAAAAAAALg/mKvb1f14tSM/s72-c/wagner0375-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6992559443901697086</id><published>2009-11-14T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:13:38.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sv9QcwqhpaI/AAAAAAAAALY/SvaptnsGJXY/s1600-h/eaglemill1049_50_51ab2-650oc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sv9QcwqhpaI/AAAAAAAAALY/SvaptnsGJXY/s640/eaglemill1049_50_51ab2-650oc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-6992559443901697086?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6992559443901697086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6992559443901697086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-landscape-11.html' title='Everyday Landscape #11'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sv9QcwqhpaI/AAAAAAAAALY/SvaptnsGJXY/s72-c/eaglemill1049_50_51ab2-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1171728799656787274</id><published>2009-11-06T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:43:00.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You, Buddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SvUIyqfU4ZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lk8cJJ2LKII/s1600-h/al-343o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SvUIyqfU4ZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lk8cJJ2LKII/s640/al-343o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1270428323860233478-1171728799656787274?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1171728799656787274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1171728799656787274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-you-buddy.html' title='Miss You, Buddy...'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SvUIyqfU4ZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lk8cJJ2LKII/s72-c/al-343o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1954409328243999081</id><published>2009-11-05T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:04:22.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SvO8VfEtlAI/AAAAAAAAALI/lXzxipq0bXA/s1600-h/suncrest0971-650oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SvO8VfEtlAI/AAAAAAAAALI/lXzxipq0bXA/s400/suncrest0971-650oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400867455451894786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-1954409328243999081?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1954409328243999081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1954409328243999081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-landscape-10.html' title='Everyday Landscape #10'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SvO8VfEtlAI/AAAAAAAAALI/lXzxipq0bXA/s72-c/suncrest0971-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2753174963165182572</id><published>2009-10-31T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:59:09.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Su0xqjYjYuI/AAAAAAAAALA/eX2lybM7PtI/s1600-h/dIMG_0394-650oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Su0xqjYjYuI/AAAAAAAAALA/eX2lybM7PtI/s400/dIMG_0394-650oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399026135409582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-2753174963165182572?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2753174963165182572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2753174963165182572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-9.html' title='Everyday Landscape #9'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Su0xqjYjYuI/AAAAAAAAALA/eX2lybM7PtI/s72-c/dIMG_0394-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2303676213452721233</id><published>2009-10-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:13:09.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SueagQ3zMLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BaaSu0X8cMU/s1600-h/tuletower0510-650oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SueagQ3zMLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BaaSu0X8cMU/s400/tuletower0510-650oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397452557502329010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-2303676213452721233?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2303676213452721233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2303676213452721233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-7_27.html' title='Everyday Landscape #8'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SueagQ3zMLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BaaSu0X8cMU/s72-c/tuletower0510-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2659389960519504165</id><published>2009-10-24T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:24:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SuPSph4QMII/AAAAAAAAAKw/bRf7MH1uOjk/s1600-h/hiwycem_0066-650oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SuPSph4QMII/AAAAAAAAAKw/bRf7MH1uOjk/s400/hiwycem_0066-650oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396388389430767746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-2659389960519504165?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2659389960519504165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2659389960519504165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-7.html' title='Everyday Landscape #7'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SuPSph4QMII/AAAAAAAAAKw/bRf7MH1uOjk/s72-c/hiwycem_0066-650oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1370878270350987389</id><published>2009-10-20T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:53:32.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/St6hwvPOpSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Bn2dS0eMIMQ/s1600-h/jocks0512-700oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/St6hwvPOpSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Bn2dS0eMIMQ/s400/jocks0512-700oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927262322566434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-1370878270350987389?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1370878270350987389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1370878270350987389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-6.html' title='Everyday Landscape #6'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/St6hwvPOpSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Bn2dS0eMIMQ/s72-c/jocks0512-700oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-3919251710186084276</id><published>2009-10-18T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:45:19.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Stu2G-fsZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/95MTfRxH2VM/s1600-h/oldzinn0822-600oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Stu2G-fsZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/95MTfRxH2VM/s400/oldzinn0822-600oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394105209677703138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-3919251710186084276?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3919251710186084276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3919251710186084276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-5.html' title='Everyday Landscape #5'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Stu2G-fsZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/95MTfRxH2VM/s72-c/oldzinn0822-600oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8861104224597443252</id><published>2009-10-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:11:46.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/StY-eC4UWCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/owWmF10rnls/s1600-h/courts0055-500c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/StY-eC4UWCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/owWmF10rnls/s400/courts0055-500c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392566289712830498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-8861104224597443252?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8861104224597443252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8861104224597443252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-4.html' title='Everyday Landscape #4'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/StY-eC4UWCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/owWmF10rnls/s72-c/courts0055-500c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8190238021824646527</id><published>2009-10-08T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:52:40.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Ss7Piv_IH4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mb_OCOpSIpg/s1600-h/corner9555bw-550c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Ss7Piv_IH4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mb_OCOpSIpg/s400/corner9555bw-550c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390473999912804226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-8190238021824646527?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8190238021824646527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8190238021824646527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape-2.html' title='Everyday Landscape #2'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Ss7Piv_IH4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mb_OCOpSIpg/s72-c/corner9555bw-550c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-5126270939101844729</id><published>2009-10-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:52:22.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Landscape'/><title type='text'>Everyday Landscape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Ssy5LIZAFDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2WvJ7wFGM6Q/s1600-h/flock9901-700oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Ssy5LIZAFDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2WvJ7wFGM6Q/s400/flock9901-700oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389886454937687090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-5126270939101844729?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/5126270939101844729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/5126270939101844729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-landscape.html' title='Everyday Landscape'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Ssy5LIZAFDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2WvJ7wFGM6Q/s72-c/flock9901-700oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-4526345437771140525</id><published>2009-09-27T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:26:13.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sr-MKCnCPAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vKu9RJPv5SQ/s1600-h/lapine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sr-MKCnCPAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vKu9RJPv5SQ/s400/lapine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386177783485578242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventured into central Oregon this past week on the way up to Portland.  Stayed one night in the LaPine State Park campground.   A fire had burned through some of the state park lands back in 2003 and it was replanted in 2006, so the effects of the fire appear surprisingly fresh.  That's the Deschutes River meandering quietly through this surreal landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land in this area of central Oregon just east of the Cascades consists of a thick deposit of pumice and volcanic ash laid down when Mt. Mazama erupted then collapsed on itself to create the caldera that is Crater Lake a little over 7000 years ago.  Crater Lake lies about 50 or so miles southwest of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-4526345437771140525?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4526345437771140525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4526345437771140525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-fire.html' title='After the Fire'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sr-MKCnCPAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vKu9RJPv5SQ/s72-c/lapine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-7347431003772060768</id><published>2009-09-06T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:05:29.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SqSUZhz6UrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nvXHv8Q4__8/s1600-h/bandon9469-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SqSUZhz6UrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nvXHv8Q4__8/s400/bandon9469-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378587021280957106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sunset.  As the light drains out of the sky, colors also fade, edges soften.  A great time of day to linger with the tripod, for the slow shutter speeds required in low light turn moving objects into magical, wispy shapes.   As I witness this scene in the dim light during the five second exposure, I feel a discernible pause, a momentary stretching of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-7347431003772060768?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7347431003772060768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7347431003772060768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/dusk.html' title='Dusk'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SqSUZhz6UrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nvXHv8Q4__8/s72-c/bandon9469-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6362564531523297263</id><published>2009-09-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:36:42.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peaceful Pacific</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SqSNx2HDokI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ITUiXr3S2Y4/s1600-h/bandon9908-20x10-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SqSNx2HDokI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ITUiXr3S2Y4/s400/bandon9908-20x10-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378579742465434178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to Bandon on a still evening that featured low tide at sunset.  A rare opportunity for the occasional visitor to stand among these quiet giants who welcome the winds and the sea to the western shores of our continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about photography is that it encourages me to look deeply at what is in front of me in order to see if I can get my camera to capture the essence of the moment.  The medium, of course, is light.  The catalyst - emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6362564531523297263?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6362564531523297263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6362564531523297263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/peaceful-pacific.html' title='The Peaceful Pacific'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SqSNx2HDokI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ITUiXr3S2Y4/s72-c/bandon9908-20x10-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-537029679321270207</id><published>2009-09-02T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:10:51.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sp8XMikcqQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gepXMnxAQNA/s1600-h/depoebay9700-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sp8XMikcqQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gepXMnxAQNA/s400/depoebay9700-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377041984309209346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 of a 12 day sojourn.  After a 2 hour whale watching voyage this morning, I'm sitting on a bluff just south of Depoe Bay, where I had boarded the boat.  I had noticed this grassy bluff when the boat was about a mile or so offshore, so checked out this peaceful spot after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been sitting here about an hour when the fog began feeling its way back to shore, and with the sun directly behind me, my patience was rewarded with this gift of light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-537029679321270207?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/537029679321270207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/537029679321270207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-of-light.html' title='A Gift of Light'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sp8XMikcqQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gepXMnxAQNA/s72-c/depoebay9700-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-3789762487017829953</id><published>2009-08-29T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:45:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SpmsaPeZUnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DrcXS3QgJ-c/s1600-h/portorford9094-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SpmsaPeZUnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DrcXS3QgJ-c/s400/portorford9094-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375517197073994354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home from two weeks of complete unplugging - photographing up &amp;amp; down the Oregon coast.  Each day unique, each day yielding it's own rhythms and discoveries.  Hung out much of one day at or near the harbor at Port Orford.  Actually there is no harbor, per se.  Boats are dropped into the water from the dock by crane each day, then hoisted back onto the dock upon returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you take full portraits of working fishing boats?   Will share more photos soon of this most fun day rubbing elbows with sailors and their blue collar vessels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-3789762487017829953?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3789762487017829953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3789762487017829953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to Begin?'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SpmsaPeZUnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DrcXS3QgJ-c/s72-c/portorford9094-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2924402635565276925</id><published>2009-08-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:44:11.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat to the Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SoOZktirZxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZDBTo7_dbyg/s1600-h/jTIMG_5827-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SoOZktirZxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZDBTo7_dbyg/s400/jTIMG_5827-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369304036735149842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be embarking next week on a nearly 2-week retreat - solitary photography along the Oregon coast.  Will be yurt camping in state parks from Bandon to Lincoln City.  Am planning the trip to maximize photo ops while not even thinking about hurrying myself one little bit.  Of course, the Oregon coast does not lack for photo ops - in fact, my problem is choosing among hundreds of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is of Eureka Harbor during a northern California coast excursion a couple of years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-2924402635565276925?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2924402635565276925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2924402635565276925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/08/retreat-to-coast.html' title='Retreat to the Coast'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SoOZktirZxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZDBTo7_dbyg/s72-c/jTIMG_5827-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-3286636149720916231</id><published>2009-08-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:20:04.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SnUh_KjlmGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/arR0gQPWtCA/s1600-h/mummy0444-350wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SnUh_KjlmGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/arR0gQPWtCA/s400/mummy0444-350wc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365231900130908258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sure doesn't shortchange us in the unpredictability department.  We can never divine with certainty what kind of surprises await as we begin each day.  As a photographer, I have learned to expect the unexpected, to be always ready for a spontaneous shot.  This vigilance for things interesting yields a life of hyper-awareness to everything around me.  Not a bad way to pass the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-3286636149720916231?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3286636149720916231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3286636149720916231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrap-master.html' title='Wrap Master'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SnUh_KjlmGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/arR0gQPWtCA/s72-c/mummy0444-350wc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-9020937537237989908</id><published>2009-07-31T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:32:42.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shasta Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SnPFX2b51aI/AAAAAAAAAII/OxXcqT9s5XY/s1600-h/shasta6763_4_5b-650wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SnPFX2b51aI/AAAAAAAAAII/OxXcqT9s5XY/s400/shasta6763_4_5b-650wc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364848594668606882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the west flank of Mt. Shasta.  Not much snow left this time of year.  'Cept for thunderstorms, it's a great time to test yourself at higher elevations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-9020937537237989908?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/9020937537237989908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/9020937537237989908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/shasta-summer.html' title='Shasta Summer'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SnPFX2b51aI/AAAAAAAAAII/OxXcqT9s5XY/s72-c/shasta6763_4_5b-650wc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6436103705416719428</id><published>2009-07-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:47:57.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accelerated Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sm-aJPelxsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eLaZZQVCh8w/s1600-h/ethersun8378-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sm-aJPelxsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eLaZZQVCh8w/s400/ethersun8378-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675164785886914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is zooming by at uncontrollable speed, there is beauty even in the blur.  You just gotta pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention.  I can do it in bursts.  An examining awareness rather than just shallow acknowledgment.  So hard to maintain the attention because life just swallows up each hour, each day. To welcome the distractions as gifts is the goal.  Pause on each moment as you would pause on a photograph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6436103705416719428?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6436103705416719428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6436103705416719428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/accelerated-beauty.html' title='Accelerated Beauty'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sm-aJPelxsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eLaZZQVCh8w/s72-c/ethersun8378-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2988734563761761596</id><published>2009-07-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:29:00.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Nature of Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sm3x18L7nOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_T_RcUcalhg/s1600-h/swallowtail8123v2-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sm3x18L7nOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_T_RcUcalhg/s400/swallowtail8123v2-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363208640259661026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encountered this old survivor yesterday.  Hot mid-day sun, temperature hovering right at 100 degrees.  She's obviously seen better days, but there she is, carrying out her assignment, however mysterious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo got me thinking (again) about the tenuous nature of existence, for all creatures.  I realized that all photos, indeed all forms of artistic expression, are but an individual's examination of a tiny slice of the world as it is, or as it could be. That's certainly how it is for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-2988734563761761596?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2988734563761761596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2988734563761761596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-nature-of-existence.html' title='On the Nature of Existence'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sm3x18L7nOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_T_RcUcalhg/s72-c/swallowtail8123v2-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8655496587157627087</id><published>2009-06-21T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:38:41.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cool video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;This is from a very interesting blogger, Jin Zhu, a san francisco photographer who shares not only personal work and musings, but the work of many others - photos, writing and videos.  As a non-musician who maybe could have been, this effort resonates with me....  You will find this Lasse Gjertsen video buried deep within Jin's most interesting blog site: Shooting Wide Open (see my blog list right).&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-8655496587157627087?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8655496587157627087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8655496587157627087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Another cool video'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-5486152567614400976</id><published>2009-06-20T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:39:39.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Clip - 15:18, June 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sj2PVJAYPDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BEIKJqCDLBY/s1600-h/hairclip0003-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sj2PVJAYPDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BEIKJqCDLBY/s400/hairclip0003-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349589525743549490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A specific perspective among infinite possible perspectives in an instant in the flow of time.  Which is, of course, what all photographs encapsulate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-5486152567614400976?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/5486152567614400976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/5486152567614400976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/hair-clip-1518-june-14.html' title='Hair Clip - 15:18, June 14'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sj2PVJAYPDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BEIKJqCDLBY/s72-c/hairclip0003-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6174827324120136643</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:16:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing/photographing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sjh8PZywuiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ja6GJqEb9mU/s1600-h/d4motion046BW-700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sjh8PZywuiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ja6GJqEb9mU/s400/d4motion046BW-700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348161161566140962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reading Frederick Franck's little volume of sketches and philosophy: zen seeing, zen drawing.  Reading all this photo related blogging lately has got me revisiting my library, and I pulled Franck's book out and am enjoying it immensely.  Tho I don't draw, much of what he discusses and ponders relates directly to my current immersion in photography.  An artist, whether painter, writer, photographer, has, somewhere along the line, discovered how to see, rather than just look.  He emphasises seeing/drawing as a way of life - it certainly was for him.  Photography has opened my eyes also to a deeper level of attention to this life which passes before me - even when (now rarely) I'm without my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6174827324120136643?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6174827324120136643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6174827324120136643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/seeingphotographing.html' title='Seeing/photographing'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sjh8PZywuiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ja6GJqEb9mU/s72-c/d4motion046BW-700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-8257541641493297985</id><published>2009-06-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:26:33.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SjW_ZExoaAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_hhCi_TxdYg/s1600-h/redbug0001-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SjW_ZExoaAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_hhCi_TxdYg/s400/redbug0001-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390570071877634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little red, white and blue offering discovered today on the back lot of an auto repair shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-8257541641493297985?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8257541641493297985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/8257541641493297985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/flag-day.html' title='Flag Day'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SjW_ZExoaAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_hhCi_TxdYg/s72-c/redbug0001-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6014922449020370981</id><published>2009-06-10T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:01:27.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cigarettesandpurity.com/2009/04/lost-in-moment.html#links"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySrsZuD4w0c&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySrsZuD4w0c&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sweet little video, first encountered on a blog I follow:  cigarettesandpurity.  Recommend full screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6014922449020370981?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6014922449020370981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6014922449020370981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/cigarettesandpurity-lost-in-moment.html' title='Lost in a Moment'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-7455954415305145940</id><published>2009-06-05T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:17:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioJ_j4G4mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9pp75A7zy9I/s1600-h/weed6197-450c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioJ_j4G4mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9pp75A7zy9I/s400/weed6197-450c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344094895395496546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from my ankles, on a remote shore of Emigrant Lake, Oregon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-7455954415305145940?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7455954415305145940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7455954415305145940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/weeds.html' title='Weeds'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioJ_j4G4mI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9pp75A7zy9I/s72-c/weed6197-450c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-4360822112687396473</id><published>2009-06-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:10:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioIMWsYUwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LOp1pLf5xRo/s1600-h/duck9253-358c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioIMWsYUwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LOp1pLf5xRo/s400/duck9253-358c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344092916171690754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from the lake today.  Far off in the distance a momma mallard and her small brood paddled across the finger of the lake where I was shooting.  Way too distant for a normal photo, but what if...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-4360822112687396473?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4360822112687396473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4360822112687396473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/crossing.html' title='Crossing'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioIMWsYUwI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LOp1pLf5xRo/s72-c/duck9253-358c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-7595606157190025704</id><published>2009-06-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:05:29.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioHH9W_2kI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o3vXqi9TpQM/s1600-h/lakeview9263-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioHH9W_2kI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o3vXqi9TpQM/s400/lakeview9263-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344091741140015682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many possible stories here - the one most likely is the all too common attitude of when it breaks, abandon it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-7595606157190025704?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7595606157190025704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7595606157190025704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-on-edge.html' title='Life on the Edge'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SioHH9W_2kI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o3vXqi9TpQM/s72-c/lakeview9263-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-4997266425745298858</id><published>2009-05-31T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:05:02.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Flashes By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SiNuZojtQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JjgYyVyu7Ko/s1600-h/lightning6097-600c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SiNuZojtQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JjgYyVyu7Ko/s400/lightning6097-600c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342234969654510514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've managed a full month of blogging, or, rather, posting a relatively recent photo with a bare comment in a fairly regular fashion.  In public, sort of.  Not that anyone is reading this, but someone just might, someday.  Could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized a bit of an increase in my motivation to get out &amp;amp; shoot.  An when I'm not shooting, I'm thinking about shooting.  Thinking about what I've recently photographed, or thinking about potentials.  And, of course, staying focused in the present.  Watching light.  Watching compositions found, watching compositions waiting to be arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had scattered thundershowers the past two evenings.  Got out and tried my luck both evenings.  Both kinda fizzled, as they often do, wound up trying to shoot in sprinkles both times.  This is one reasonable (hand propped) success from tonight - a little closure to a month which just flashed by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-4997266425745298858?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4997266425745298858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/4997266425745298858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-flashes-by.html' title='Life Flashes By...'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SiNuZojtQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JjgYyVyu7Ko/s72-c/lightning6097-600c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-3748272307697263176</id><published>2009-05-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:25:18.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiaroscuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SiAra1sA7YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4oBc3Z9iShk/s1600-h/clover5993v2-700oc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SiAra1sA7YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4oBc3Z9iShk/s400/clover5993v2-700oc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341316898149690754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was setting up to photograph roses yestermorning when I noticed this play of light and texture off in the distance.  Zoomed to max telephoto, 400mm.   The key provided the composition.  For me this image conveys the "feel" of early morning - bright, but with softness, both in the air and in the light.  Gotta get out in the early morning more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-3748272307697263176?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3748272307697263176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3748272307697263176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/chiaroscuro.html' title='Chiaroscuro'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SiAra1sA7YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4oBc3Z9iShk/s72-c/clover5993v2-700oc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6003869302640127757</id><published>2009-05-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:58:42.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicorn Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sh9dKHakE_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/D80n3PQYziI/s1600-h/bee5964-700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sh9dKHakE_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/D80n3PQYziI/s400/bee5964-700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341090111455237106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed several shots of this fellow, all show just one antenna.  The sports shooter in me won't let me work quietly shooting flowers in a garden or mosses in the forest, I find I'm always chasing after the moving objects in nature - flies, bees, hummingbirds.  Every once in a while I get lucky and have the right equipment, the right light and right angle when an unexpected visitor appears.  I relish the challenge of making it all work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6003869302640127757?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6003869302640127757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6003869302640127757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/unicorn-bee.html' title='Unicorn Bee'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sh9dKHakE_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/D80n3PQYziI/s72-c/bee5964-700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-663344528795438075</id><published>2009-05-27T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:53:03.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of Life in the Big City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sh2L9eHo7XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vqoql1If7og/s1600-h/seattle8714vw700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sh2L9eHo7XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vqoql1If7og/s400/seattle8714vw700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340578621304663410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections often serve as the catalyst for reflection - introspection, or outrospection.  As a photographer I dwell comfortably in both dimensions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-663344528795438075?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/663344528795438075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/663344528795438075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreaming-of-life-in-big-city.html' title='Dreaming of Life in the Big City'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sh2L9eHo7XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vqoql1If7og/s72-c/seattle8714vw700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-163181222102613993</id><published>2009-05-25T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:42:42.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mounted policeman'/><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/ShsB8BhLbMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sncbO-Mhp-0/s1600-h/seattle8720-500c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/ShsB8BhLbMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sncbO-Mhp-0/s400/seattle8720-500c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339863913889230018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been away from home base for a week.  Drifted north to Portland and then to Seattle.  This shot happened while touristing downtown Seattle - horse and rider approaching, we converged at this spot, I was ready with the preparation part, luck did her part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-163181222102613993?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/163181222102613993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/163181222102613993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/ShsB8BhLbMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sncbO-Mhp-0/s72-c/seattle8720-500c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-7622135240801920201</id><published>2009-05-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:22:22.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grateful Tulip Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sgry8mK9tQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H7OpvqxWndM/s1600-h/skel5827-700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sgry8mK9tQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H7OpvqxWndM/s400/skel5827-700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335343831426381058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellow has been watching over the road from a corner of some farmer's pasture for as long as I can remember.  Another of those someday-I'm-gonna-stop-and-photograph-him subjects.  Finally did yesterday. Quiet late-afternoon light.  Cooperative model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-7622135240801920201?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7622135240801920201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7622135240801920201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/grateful-tulip-farmer.html' title='The Grateful Tulip Farmer'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sgry8mK9tQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H7OpvqxWndM/s72-c/skel5827-700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6316373341478124315</id><published>2009-05-12T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:01:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>57 T-Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgpboH3_r4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/nNB7aFTXeWg/s1600-h/pink7842-700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgpboH3_r4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/nNB7aFTXeWg/s400/pink7842-700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335177453440577410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the country today when this beauty wandered by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6316373341478124315?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6316373341478124315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6316373341478124315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-t-bird_12.html' title='57 T-Bird'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgpboH3_r4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/nNB7aFTXeWg/s72-c/pink7842-700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-7705783543784143954</id><published>2009-05-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:39:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgTepzDu-FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rZiDJ6v5uek/s1600-h/rrcars7634-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgTepzDu-FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rZiDJ6v5uek/s400/rrcars7634-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333632668375382098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was shot with a 22mm focal length.  I choose the wide angle lenses frequently because I like the sense of being present this subjective viewpoint brings to a composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cars are used to haul lumber, I believe - long strings of these have been sitting on sidings in town for months now, their disuse reflecting the general state of the economy of late.  Hopefully as the economy strengthens, these rail cars will begin moving again, removing this steel curtain which has been blocking the railroad district's view of the mountains across the valley...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-7705783543784143954?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7705783543784143954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7705783543784143954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/tracks.html' title='Tracks'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgTepzDu-FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rZiDJ6v5uek/s72-c/rrcars7634-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-3555910095621230547</id><published>2009-05-07T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:50:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgPIBUCNH8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qNr1nfmNRzk/s1600-h/ilyh7632-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgPIBUCNH8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qNr1nfmNRzk/s400/ilyh7632-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333326308620181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the rhythms of daily shooting and posting.  From today's excursion.  Our town is brimming with neighborhood alleys.  Alley life is more unkempt out back, less tidy than front yard appearances folks keep up.  Much more interesting for a cruising photographer... at least for this photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-3555910095621230547?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3555910095621230547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/3555910095621230547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-here.html' title='I Love You Here'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgPIBUCNH8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qNr1nfmNRzk/s72-c/ilyh7632-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-7094658300825226544</id><published>2009-05-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:14:45.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safeway at Dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgJ8SH3YfDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/02rWMBB7C-g/s1600-h/safeway7575-700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgJ8SH3YfDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/02rWMBB7C-g/s400/safeway7575-700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961559550917682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have often considered making a portrait of our small town Safeway store, so finally did so this evening.  We have a mellow, quietly lighted co-op here in town where we do most of our essential grocery shopping.  The world of Safeway, in stark contrast, is one of impossibly bright interior lighting, the aisles awash in saturated primary colors.  From the street, however, the store radiates an otherworldly, but utterly "Americanic" charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-7094658300825226544?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7094658300825226544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/7094658300825226544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/safeway-at-dusk.html' title='Safeway at Dusk'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgJ8SH3YfDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/02rWMBB7C-g/s72-c/safeway7575-700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-2973813458942410003</id><published>2009-05-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:56:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side by Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgITWhZEOvI/AAAAAAAAADM/xykbMGS8U2M/s1600-h/hiwycem_0070-600hc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgITWhZEOvI/AAAAAAAAADM/xykbMGS8U2M/s400/hiwycem_0070-600hc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332846186401643250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exploring the old downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; this morning.  Never did walk around front to see who this couple was.  Most of these graves date from the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century.  Many interesting but mostly inferred stories - not unlike twitter today, the medium of marble and stone required distilling the narrative to a few essential words and numbers.&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/1270428323860233478-2973813458942410003?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2973813458942410003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/2973813458942410003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/side-by-side.html' title='Side by Side'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgITWhZEOvI/AAAAAAAAADM/xykbMGS8U2M/s72-c/hiwycem_0070-600hc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1516685364703859715</id><published>2009-05-05T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:22:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skylight Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgC_xN1E1CI/AAAAAAAAADE/AN9xqKecJfI/s1600-h/skylitemoon_7570-400w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgC_xN1E1CI/AAAAAAAAADE/AN9xqKecJfI/s400/skylitemoon_7570-400w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332472811053437986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was turning off the lights headed for bed last night when I was greeted with the waxing moon beaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the raindrops on the kitchen skylight.  Grabbed the tripod and managed this image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have my camera at hand most always, I still wonder why I don't pause more often in my daily rhythms to see what I can make of a particular composition, whether it's an interesting sign along the road, a subtle glint off some pond or puddle, an intriguing arrangement of lines and shadow.  So this blog thing, as I'm beginning to so fondly call it, has me walking the talk a little more, even tho I do shoot quite a bit, thanks to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sportshooting&lt;/span&gt; background.  I'm eager to act on those stray impulses more often, whether or not anything comes of it.  I'm sure I'll be continuing this conversation with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-1516685364703859715?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1516685364703859715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1516685364703859715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/skylight-moon.html' title='Skylight Moon'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SgC_xN1E1CI/AAAAAAAAADE/AN9xqKecJfI/s72-c/skylitemoon_7570-400w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-670088426388823316</id><published>2009-05-04T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:07:50.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheros are Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf9nGM5smVI/AAAAAAAAACM/Zx_kjS5020Y/s1600-h/Hman0425-350w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf9nGM5smVI/AAAAAAAAACM/Zx_kjS5020Y/s400/Hman0425-350w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332093840070056274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just gotta look.&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/1270428323860233478-670088426388823316?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/670088426388823316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/670088426388823316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/superheros-are-everywhere.html' title='Superheros are Everywhere'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf9nGM5smVI/AAAAAAAAACM/Zx_kjS5020Y/s72-c/Hman0425-350w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6787909691393364063</id><published>2009-05-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:43:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf5ttHVcd8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tJLvLP0n5GU/s1600-h/plate4556-400w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf5ttHVcd8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tJLvLP0n5GU/s400/plate4556-400w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331819630683781058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have renamed this blog today, probably not for the last time, to reflect my current mood regarding photography, art, life, blogging.  Like most of us, I would venture, I never saw myself as a blogger.  There are certainly more artists out there with much more important things to say, just as there are thousands, probably millions, of photographers out there with more important images to share.  So why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogging thing has re-introduced me to the community of artists who actually think about what they're doing, and who have the motivation to share with whomever might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt;.  Again, I'm feeling pretty insignificant, both as a writer and as a photographer, so by actually starting this here blog thing, I'm giving myself the old kick in the seat of the pants to "get over it".  Whether or not someone is interested in anything I might say or in images I might share is irrelevant in the larger scheme of things.  So I'll continue this introspective self-assignment for a while, just to see what lies beneath the surface of the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's photo is a recent found slice of light and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6787909691393364063?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6787909691393364063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6787909691393364063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-there.html' title='Out There'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf5ttHVcd8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tJLvLP0n5GU/s72-c/plate4556-400w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-5699156779886428402</id><published>2009-05-02T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:40:39.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runners Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf06rkbwTrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BD2k2sIUrHc/s1600-h/runnersup0501-350w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf06rkbwTrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BD2k2sIUrHc/s400/runnersup0501-350w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482054065409714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These personalities were suddenly lined up in front of my camera this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;.  Needs no explanation.  We were all there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-5699156779886428402?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/5699156779886428402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/5699156779886428402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/runners-up.html' title='Runners Up'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sf06rkbwTrI/AAAAAAAAABo/BD2k2sIUrHc/s72-c/runnersup0501-350w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-6374415456181305475</id><published>2009-05-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:30:29.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sfx0-tskOgI/AAAAAAAAABY/HV0mBhRzu2Y/s1600-h/pilot7183-400w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sfx0-tskOgI/AAAAAAAAABY/HV0mBhRzu2Y/s400/pilot7183-400w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264679667055106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I greeted the dawn on the flanks of Mt. Ashland.  The clouds topped out at about 5,000 ft, so while the valley below awoke to fog and overcast, up here on the mountain the day promised Spring sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-6374415456181305475?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6374415456181305475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/6374415456181305475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/above-clouds.html' title='Above the Clouds'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/Sfx0-tskOgI/AAAAAAAAABY/HV0mBhRzu2Y/s72-c/pilot7183-400w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-1073752702430187529</id><published>2009-05-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:03:46.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunflower'/><title type='text'>Studio Sunflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvRs0FrTiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHDhqEPIzGM/s1600-h/oldsun400w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvRs0FrTiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHDhqEPIzGM/s400/oldsun400w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331085151750016546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new photographer friend recently visited, bringing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of beautiful and unusual flowers.  I placed this dried sunflower in the window, using the flagrantly blooming forsythia bush outside as a backdrop.  I do enjoy studio work.&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/1270428323860233478-1073752702430187529?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1073752702430187529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/1073752702430187529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/studio-sunflower.html' title='Studio Sunflower'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvRs0FrTiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHDhqEPIzGM/s72-c/oldsun400w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270428323860233478.post-9222689033585662805</id><published>2009-05-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:22:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiation</title><content type='html'>Sigh.  Have successfully resisted Facebook and its inbred cousins until now.   As if I don't have enough to do, now I get to nurture a blog, which, if I don't add to regularly, makes me look like a flake.   Why does this remind me of those pet electronic gadgets which were so faddish a few years back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right away, I can see this blog thing can be nothing but personal.   I did this.   I think that.  Maybe we'll work in the third person here in this sphere.   Whaddya think kenzen?   yep, that sounds better.   Go for it, man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.   Well, today, kenzen created his first blog.   His blog mentor tells him it will change his life.   Will this be change he can believe in?   Spare change?   More like his very own Truman Show, he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270428323860233478-9222689033585662805?l=kenroyce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/9222689033585662805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270428323860233478/posts/default/9222689033585662805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenroyce.blogspot.com/2009/05/initiation.html' title='Initiation'/><author><name>ken royce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07978395022315002299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwujhjT7L-g/SfvbEv15iLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WFfnpC2Jf9k/S220/bello3BW200.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
