<?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-3431810747107821197</id><updated>2011-09-06T17:15:34.924-04:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='Black and white photography'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='red sky'/><category term='Ontario CANADA'/><category term='abandonment'/><category term='photojournalism'/><category term='folklore'/><category term='Abandoned train; blue rail car'/><category term='waves'/><category term='fog'/><category term='Kate Melton Photography'/><category term='Bob&apos;s Lake'/><category term='fall folliage'/><category term='lake'/><category term='woods'/><category term='train yard; rusted railway; CSX train'/><category term='Rochester NY'/><category term='boat'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='London'/><category term='cabin'/><category term='blue train'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>Privileges of a Storyteller</title><subtitle type='html'>To make visible the invisible. Interpret the unspoken.
To hear a voice that does not speak and to understand a language of light and shadow, motion and stillness, passion and nuance...These are the privileges of a storyteller, the gift of what it means to see.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate Melton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378530411372969524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/SHLCLshAaxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EGt9pXBLk-U/S220/Self-PT+6.05_24.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431810747107821197.post-8305265137116927571</id><published>2010-08-11T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:41:50.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Melton Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folklore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ontario CANADA'/><title type='text'>The Louie Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TGMIFfIRmxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1ITI86Nq9fs/s1600/Louie+Boys+cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TGMIFfIRmxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1ITI86Nq9fs/s400/Louie+Boys+cabin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tale of lake folklore is the story of the Louie Boys on Green Bay of Bob's Lake in southeast Ontario, Canada. The story has it that the Louie boys, who are brothers, left home many, many years ago with their little sister. It was unclear as to why they left, abandoning  their home and their farm. One day, the boys did return, however, without  their little sister. She was never seen, nor heard from again. The  brothers, always keeping to themselves, worked together at different  local farms, but, only for very short stints. Two days. Then, they would  disappear into the woods, only to return many months later without a  word said to anyone. The farmers and townspeople grew suspicious of the  Louie Boys. Their pattern of work and disappearance continued on for  some time. No one really knew of their whereabouts. Not then. Not now.  The Louie Boys are believed to be old men by now, maybe alive, maybe  not, but, they are believed to be haunting the woods on Green Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://www.zemanta.com/" title="Enhanced by Zemanta"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enhanced by Zemanta" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=58811612-67fc-40a1-90e9-8360744eb8dd" style="border: medium none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431810747107821197-8305265137116927571?l=katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8305265137116927571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/08/louie-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/8305265137116927571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/8305265137116927571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/08/louie-boys.html' title='The Louie Boys'/><author><name>Kate Melton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378530411372969524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/SHLCLshAaxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EGt9pXBLk-U/S220/Self-PT+6.05_24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TGMIFfIRmxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1ITI86Nq9fs/s72-c/Louie+Boys+cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431810747107821197.post-390695239700362286</id><published>2010-07-13T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:40:52.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train yard; rusted railway; CSX train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Melton Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abandoned train; blue rail car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rochester NY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue train'/><title type='text'>Abandoned blue rail cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyRvVPxJiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jZL6fLCIdDY/s1600/Abandoned+blue+rail+cars+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyRvVPxJiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jZL6fLCIdDY/s400/Abandoned+blue+rail+cars+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was on a photo excursion with my summer intern, looking for interesting places to shoot and I remembered this old, abandoned train yard, which when trains are no longer in operation, are put out to pasture here. I was introduced to the place by one of my editorial portrait subjects, an artist, Sarah Rutherford. It served as the backdrop of the portrait I did of her not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyTtrUW2wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9aoP8MipWgg/s1600/Train+yard+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyTtrUW2wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9aoP8MipWgg/s320/Train+yard+copy.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The blue cars are covered in graffiti and rust. The windows are all broken, cracked or missing entirely from being smashed in. Inside, there was some trash, and a lot of dirt and dust. Aside from the obvious graffiti, I sensed that it served as a gathering place for drug users, late at night. Walking in and around these broken down trains, I could feel the abandonment, the desolation. They were once very beautiful cars. It's too bad they had reached the end of their line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyKjXKfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/H4BeStX53fs/s1600/Abandoned+blue+rail+car+detail+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyRvVPxJiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jZL6fLCIdDY/s1600/Abandoned+blue+rail+cars+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyKjXKfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/H4BeStX53fs/s1600/Abandoned+blue+rail+car+detail+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyKjXKfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/H4BeStX53fs/s1600/Abandoned+blue+rail+car+detail+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyKjXKfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/H4BeStX53fs/s1600/Abandoned+blue+rail+car+detail+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyKjXKfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/H4BeStX53fs/s400/Abandoned+blue+rail+car+detail+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://www.zemanta.com/" title="Enhanced by Zemanta"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enhanced by Zemanta" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=d65aff99-bdf2-4ee9-aa4c-b45582cef89b" style="border: medium none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431810747107821197-390695239700362286?l=katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/390695239700362286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/07/abandoned-blue-rail-cars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/390695239700362286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/390695239700362286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/07/abandoned-blue-rail-cars.html' title='Abandoned blue rail cars'/><author><name>Kate Melton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378530411372969524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/SHLCLshAaxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EGt9pXBLk-U/S220/Self-PT+6.05_24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/TDyRvVPxJiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jZL6fLCIdDY/s72-c/Abandoned+blue+rail+cars+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431810747107821197.post-2758973933295517751</id><published>2010-04-05T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:42:46.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall folliage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob&apos;s Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ontario CANADA'/><title type='text'>Sunrise on Bob's Lake, Ontario CANADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/S7av3tYaYqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Z1SQOysRP4/s1600/Sunrises+on+Green+Bay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/S7av3tYaYqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Z1SQOysRP4/s400/Sunrises+on+Green+Bay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's Lake is one of over 200 known lakes in Ontario, Canada. It's a place that I've traveled to for many years with my family. It's been a home away from home- a place where I go to find a little peace and inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning in late May, I will be starting one of a couple personal projects: a video project, featuring the history of Bob's Lake- specifically how and why the residents, and seasonal home-owners came to settle at of the southern most tip of the lake, known as Green Bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431810747107821197-2758973933295517751?l=katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2758973933295517751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunrise-on-bobs-lake-ontario-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/2758973933295517751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/2758973933295517751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunrise-on-bobs-lake-ontario-canada.html' title='Sunrise on Bob&apos;s Lake, Ontario CANADA'/><author><name>Kate Melton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378530411372969524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/SHLCLshAaxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EGt9pXBLk-U/S220/Self-PT+6.05_24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/S7av3tYaYqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Z1SQOysRP4/s72-c/Sunrises+on+Green+Bay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431810747107821197.post-4837485343954586295</id><published>2010-03-24T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:45:29.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photojournalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black and white photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Homeless in London</title><content type='html'>Quite often I'll revisit older images that are in my image library to see where I've been and where I want to go.&amp;nbsp; I'll recall the thoughts around taking the image and why it was important to me at the time; what captured my attention and how I saw the moment reveal itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image which I call quite simply, "Homeless in London," was taken while I was a student at Syracuse University and participating their semester abroad program in London, England. It's been one of my most compelling shots of my career and shall forever be included in my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the truly disheartening aspects of living in such a large city, even in such a distinguished, older city, as London, is the number of homeless people living on the streets. The harsh reality is that homelessness exists in every city in every nation, and yet, as a society, we don't pay too much attention to it because it is so prevalent. We've become apathetic or desensitized to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had been walking to the American Embassy one morning and happened upon two elderly gentlemen, obviously homeless, by the way they were sheltered from the elements, resting with blankets under the front alcove of a building, with nap sacks full of their personal belongings laying on the ground behind them. The two men weren't talking to each other. They were just sitting there, one staring at the ground, the other man looking at me. Being a street photographer (as most students are when they are in school studying photojournalism), I stopped to take a picture of the two men, and to my then surprise, they did not try to panhandle, nor run away. They sat there motionless, with dignity, and having the look in their eyes that simply revealed their desire to be significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this image reveals dignity in the face of lowliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/S6ouXYBcGrI/AAAAAAAAACY/5HOnNqbjxI4/s1600/Homeless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/S6ouXYBcGrI/AAAAAAAAACY/5HOnNqbjxI4/s400/Homeless.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431810747107821197-4837485343954586295?l=katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/4837485343954586295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/03/homeless-in-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/4837485343954586295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431810747107821197/posts/default/4837485343954586295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katemeltonphoto.blogspot.com/2010/03/homeless-in-london.html' title='Homeless in London'/><author><name>Kate Melton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378530411372969524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/SHLCLshAaxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EGt9pXBLk-U/S220/Self-PT+6.05_24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7WuRHMIrSE/S6ouXYBcGrI/AAAAAAAAACY/5HOnNqbjxI4/s72-c/Homeless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431810747107821197.post-5624190652512485642</id><published>2010-03-04T17:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:21:22.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I seek to use this blog as a means of showcasing current projects and imagery, as I progress through my journey as a storyteller.  I'll write about their meaning from my standpoint and give insight to my creative process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those visitors to my site over the last month (Feb, 2010), you may have noticed a different format, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; blog. After much thought, I decided to switch to a different blogger. 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