<?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-7524452500507968472</id><updated>2012-01-07T22:57:21.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brown Eyed Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-4847491826649217520</id><published>2012-01-07T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:57:21.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVz05MHJsTo/Twk-R8G_0NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/h9gnqOzzvFk/s1600/399585_10150457791992459_528322458_8268350_16685963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVz05MHJsTo/Twk-R8G_0NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/h9gnqOzzvFk/s320/399585_10150457791992459_528322458_8268350_16685963_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695151681700876498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I hate having my photograph taken so much but I do. After being surrounded by photographers for most of my career and having been photographed so many times, you would think I would be used to it by now. Not so. My love for mirrors and shooting into them is not new but even I was surprised at this recent self portrait. Without showing my face, it captures the essence of me. Subtle, feminine, strong and yet soft. The hint of the tattoo on my back makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-4847491826649217520?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4847491826649217520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/self-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4847491826649217520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4847491826649217520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/self-portrait.html' title='A Self Portrait'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVz05MHJsTo/Twk-R8G_0NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/h9gnqOzzvFk/s72-c/399585_10150457791992459_528322458_8268350_16685963_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-3934877025864246142</id><published>2011-06-21T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:04:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seattle View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDZaO_wsCo8/TgFatwcb_-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/f-5kNxW37d8/s1600/needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDZaO_wsCo8/TgFatwcb_-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/f-5kNxW37d8/s320/needle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620873552079880162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just back from Seattle. I saw this view of the Space Needle through the hotel window at the end of a busy day. I loved the grid like pattern of the curtains as you peered through them to see this landmark. The light from this long summer day, made the colors soft and pastel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-3934877025864246142?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3934877025864246142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/seattle-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3934877025864246142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3934877025864246142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/seattle-view.html' title='A Seattle View'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDZaO_wsCo8/TgFatwcb_-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/f-5kNxW37d8/s72-c/needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-6809641531133037875</id><published>2011-04-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:18:53.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25V1sFDILvM/TbD5wv8ivDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K6cM7a0XvTU/s1600/photo-84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25V1sFDILvM/TbD5wv8ivDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K6cM7a0XvTU/s320/photo-84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598248952720964658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad to learn of the loss of photojournalists Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros. The photographers who do this, have my deepest respect. The men and women who choose this profession know the risks and dangers all too well. But they are not afraid. They have the courage to tell the stories that others cannot. As I watched the pastel clouds rolling across the sky tonight, I thought about these brave individuals. They will be so missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This terrible loss reminded me of what is truly valuable in life. Hug those who are important to you and tell them how much they are loved. Life is short. Don't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-6809641531133037875?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6809641531133037875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-week-i-am-so-sad-to-learn-of-loss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/6809641531133037875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/6809641531133037875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-week-i-am-so-sad-to-learn-of-loss.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25V1sFDILvM/TbD5wv8ivDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K6cM7a0XvTU/s72-c/photo-84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-7809926891172620713</id><published>2011-04-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:34:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxlYICz7vRE/TahzfpgLXSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdfIF037foE/s1600/whiterose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxlYICz7vRE/TahzfpgLXSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdfIF037foE/s320/whiterose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595849524561796386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to obsessing over flowers. I bought this one from the Farmers Market and it was a sweet surprise. It was so full and fragrant. Shot it a million different ways, but liked this one the best. Closing my eyes and remembering how it smelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-7809926891172620713?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7809926891172620713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/white-rose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7809926891172620713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7809926891172620713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/white-rose.html' title='White Rose'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxlYICz7vRE/TahzfpgLXSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdfIF037foE/s72-c/whiterose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-5301597152427592417</id><published>2011-01-29T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:36:57.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUSWFECN8fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fA32rh7YIhI/s1600/179010_502102462458_528322458_5851275_1505094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUSWFECN8fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fA32rh7YIhI/s320/179010_502102462458_528322458_5851275_1505094_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567740053063332338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very early every Saturday morning, I go to the Santa Monica Farmer's Market. It's heaven all by itself. Before I buy anything, I walk through the market and down to the beach. I have been shooting from the same vantage point for the last several weeks, and am amazed at how different the same shot looks, from one week to the next. This morning it was slightly cooler and everything was super dreamy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-5301597152427592417?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5301597152427592417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/ritual.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5301597152427592417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5301597152427592417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/ritual.html' title='A Ritual'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUSWFECN8fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fA32rh7YIhI/s72-c/179010_502102462458_528322458_5851275_1505094_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-4834078152450425648</id><published>2011-01-21T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:37:03.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TTps88X7bAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QPGHn7k-OLc/s1600/sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TTps88X7bAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QPGHn7k-OLc/s320/sheets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564880083824110594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to be fascinated by images of beds. I don't know why, but I pretty much love shooting them. Made, unmade and anything in between. A friend told me that she thought this frame looked like a topographical map. This only made me like it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-4834078152450425648?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4834078152450425648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-bed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4834078152450425648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4834078152450425648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-bed.html' title='Another Bed'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TTps88X7bAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QPGHn7k-OLc/s72-c/sheets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-8398336770845793173</id><published>2011-01-03T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:39:31.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TSH7gqdS4JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zd5MW96rPTU/s1600/lacma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TSH7gqdS4JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zd5MW96rPTU/s320/lacma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557999953723449490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that another year has come and gone so quickly. After swearing to myself, that I would shoot more, I simply did not. I have tons of excuses to offer, but will save you the misery of hearing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Day is my birthday, and this year I went to LACMA to see the William Eggleston show. Seeing the work of brilliant photographers is pure soul food. I have long admired his work, and the show did not disappoint. His work captures the beauty in the most ordinary of places and objects. A master to be sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful cool day with bright blue skies. The cold weather amplified the jet trails in the sky which made for beautiful patterns. This shot was taken outside the museum as I was leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Years Resolution is to be inspired more, shoot more, and share more. That's it. I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-8398336770845793173?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8398336770845793173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8398336770845793173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8398336770845793173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TSH7gqdS4JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zd5MW96rPTU/s72-c/lacma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-2247416879797052167</id><published>2010-10-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:10:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TMOVhQxBoXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6u-RDJDBUmc/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TMOVhQxBoXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6u-RDJDBUmc/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531429166009917810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple shot of a rose. As I watched this flower blossom and then quickly fade over several days, it reminded me of the fragility of it all. Here today. Gone tomorrow. I have lost two good friends this year, and I miss them so much. This is for you Randy and Michael. Love you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-2247416879797052167?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2247416879797052167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/rose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/2247416879797052167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/2247416879797052167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/rose.html' title='A Rose'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TMOVhQxBoXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6u-RDJDBUmc/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-1326650752089513903</id><published>2010-08-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:45:11.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/THsPE0zRsfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6Qm_ytJqSgY/s1600/playabiker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/THsPE0zRsfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6Qm_ytJqSgY/s320/playabiker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511015144585540082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally had some summer weather after our June gloom carried into July and August. I spent the afternoon at the beach and watched the sun set. It was a perfect California day. Sunny, but with a cool sweet breeze. The sky went from bright blue to a soft pink in minutes. As I was admiring the light, this girl on her bike whizzed past me. I only managed to capture this one frame. Lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-1326650752089513903?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1326650752089513903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/1326650752089513903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/1326650752089513903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-day.html' title='A Summer Day'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/THsPE0zRsfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6Qm_ytJqSgY/s72-c/playabiker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-3413776124319431568</id><published>2010-08-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:02:03.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TG9rLOswZAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3a1W-vhD-o0/s1600/toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TG9rLOswZAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3a1W-vhD-o0/s320/toes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507738709965956098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess to something. I have fallen head over heels in love with my iPhone. I loved my Blackberry, but had no idea what I was missing out on. Apps. There. I've said it. I adore the Apps. Most of all, I am crazy about the Hipstamatic. I am addicted to it. I may be headed to Hipstamatic rehab. Today I am sharing the first of many images taken with this new found love. Hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-3413776124319431568?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3413776124319431568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/step.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3413776124319431568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3413776124319431568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/step.html' title='A Step'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TG9rLOswZAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3a1W-vhD-o0/s72-c/toes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-7699698453626142334</id><published>2010-05-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:20:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lovely Dalmatian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TANBfU3r9mI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oiGzERxHKbE/s1600/zoegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TANBfU3r9mI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oiGzERxHKbE/s320/zoegirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477293578246682210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sweet Zoe. I adopted her from Dalmatian Rescue in Miami nearly twelve years ago. She was left in a crack house when she was a tiny puppy. She has been the most wonderful dog and loyal companion I could ask for. She is always happy and is usually "smiling". This is a rare moment where she is not doing her Dalmatian grin. She was laying in my bed and the morning light through the white curtains made a perfect soft box. I snapped 4 frames. This was my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-7699698453626142334?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7699698453626142334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovely-dalmation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7699698453626142334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7699698453626142334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovely-dalmation.html' title='A Lovely Dalmatian'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TANBfU3r9mI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oiGzERxHKbE/s72-c/zoegirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-5035990407152264239</id><published>2010-05-21T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:04:43.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Peonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S_dXZ2LtcLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qZq6gq_oU2A/s1600/newpeony6RT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S_dXZ2LtcLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qZq6gq_oU2A/s320/newpeony6RT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473939973645103282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love peonies. They are here for such a short time. These pink ones photograph so beautifully. They are so perfect that they almost don't look real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-5035990407152264239?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5035990407152264239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-peonies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5035990407152264239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5035990407152264239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-peonies.html' title='More Peonies'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S_dXZ2LtcLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qZq6gq_oU2A/s72-c/newpeony6RT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-308912460227370482</id><published>2010-04-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:29:35.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A White House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S8Khp0_B97I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2P-mtCX_mQc/s1600/whitehouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S8Khp0_B97I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2P-mtCX_mQc/s320/whitehouse2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459103438296184754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to shoot this for some time, but the light was just not quite right. This morning it was cool and overcast...and perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-308912460227370482?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/308912460227370482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-house_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/308912460227370482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/308912460227370482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-house_11.html' title='A White House'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S8Khp0_B97I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2P-mtCX_mQc/s72-c/whitehouse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-5670498345678497733</id><published>2010-03-13T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:44:47.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Table For One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S5xdw73QW9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vFb2iFfideo/s1600-h/tableforonesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S5xdw73QW9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vFb2iFfideo/s320/tableforonesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448332744496012242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple photo taken at the house on Broad Street in January. Like many of my images, its simplicity speaks volumes. The light in this house is just beautiful, and ever changing throughout each visit.  How I miss it when I am not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-5670498345678497733?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5670498345678497733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/table-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5670498345678497733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5670498345678497733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/table-for-one.html' title='Table For One'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/S5xdw73QW9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vFb2iFfideo/s72-c/tableforonesmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-2755170950383971866</id><published>2009-12-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:56:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bouquet of Peonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SzrO8P_uDwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9FhyppA2gLI/s1600-h/Pinkpeony1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SzrO8P_uDwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9FhyppA2gLI/s320/Pinkpeony1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872635975077634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the time has gone. It's been a challenging last six months, and my focus has clearly been elsewhere. I have done a little shooting, but not nearly what I am capable of. I know it's early for a New Years resolution, but I swear I am going to try harder...beginning right now. My attraction to flowers hasn't disappeared, so when I got this particularly lovely bunch of pink peonies, I shot a few frames. I was pleasantly surprised to see this one. It's what I love about shooting. Happy New Year all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-2755170950383971866?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2755170950383971866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunch-of-peonies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/2755170950383971866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/2755170950383971866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunch-of-peonies.html' title='A Bouquet of Peonies'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SzrO8P_uDwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9FhyppA2gLI/s72-c/Pinkpeony1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-3755826642391973486</id><published>2009-08-16T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:10:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Soif0E7PufI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XN7VEy0ats8/s1600-h/sebastianwindow_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Soif0E7PufI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XN7VEy0ats8/s320/sebastianwindow_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370718272663566834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this image of Sebastian. I have to confess that I sent my daughter outside to wave at him to get this shot, but it still makes me smile. It is so simple, but extra sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-3755826642391973486?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3755826642391973486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/dogs-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3755826642391973486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3755826642391973486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/dogs-view.html' title='A Dog&apos;s View'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Soif0E7PufI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XN7VEy0ats8/s72-c/sebastianwindow_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-8952769232928336260</id><published>2009-08-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:23:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SnkJI3MZCdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVzFZfd8x0o/s1600-h/Paridoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SnkJI3MZCdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVzFZfd8x0o/s320/Paridoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366330478848182738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pari. After flying across the country for the fourth of July, I woke up early the next morning as I usually do. The gardener was outside mowing the lawn, and Pari was very interested in watching him riding back and forth on the riding mower. I quickly ran upstairs to grab my camera and tiptoed back down to grab this shot of her. She's even more precious in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-8952769232928336260?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8952769232928336260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/childs-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8952769232928336260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8952769232928336260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/childs-view.html' title='A Child&apos;s View'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SnkJI3MZCdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VVzFZfd8x0o/s72-c/Paridoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-7847094627183830685</id><published>2009-07-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:08:51.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SlivB_-ZBrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Gljj63BabP0/s1600-h/emptyroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SlivB_-ZBrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Gljj63BabP0/s320/emptyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224205645055666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fantastic long weekend on the east coast, I have been perusing the images that I shot while I was there. This room keeps coming back to me for some reason, so I thought it would be a good one to share. It's been long empty, but holds lots of stories and memories within it's walls. I love the old wallpaper and the muted color tones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-7847094627183830685?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7847094627183830685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7847094627183830685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7847094627183830685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/room.html' title='A Room'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SlivB_-ZBrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Gljj63BabP0/s72-c/emptyroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-1199075885879983249</id><published>2009-06-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:25:48.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favorite House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SjZL0gJCrhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GLzjbnz_AOI/s1600-h/hatfieldhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SjZL0gJCrhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GLzjbnz_AOI/s320/hatfieldhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544972902182418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SjZLjC2amYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k-JaeDzKzOU/s1600-h/screendoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SjZLjC2amYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k-JaeDzKzOU/s320/screendoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347544672981653890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned my cousin Carol's house in previous posts. She lives in a grand old red brick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Victorian&lt;/span&gt; house in a small New England  town. We have our family reunion there every other fourth of July. After many years of living there, Carol has decided it's time to sell the place. It's huge and requires a ton of upkeep. We all get it, but it's going to be sad to see it go. I took these shots two years ago. The second image is the view looking out the screen door at the front of the house. It's a beautiful old door with incredible woodwork. The view is great too. In a few weeks, we will all gather there for the last time. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-1199075885879983249?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1199075885879983249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/favorite-house.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/1199075885879983249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/1199075885879983249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/favorite-house.html' title='A Favorite House'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SjZL0gJCrhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GLzjbnz_AOI/s72-c/hatfieldhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-8321040768570617625</id><published>2009-05-17T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:32:51.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Party is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ShBXh5avAOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UpsodEPcsTs/s1600-h/partysover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ShBXh5avAOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UpsodEPcsTs/s320/partysover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336861798294290658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood had a big garage sale yesterday. Signs and balloons were put up all over to create a celebratory atmosphere. I got up early this morning to go for a walk, and this is what remained in the early mist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-8321040768570617625?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8321040768570617625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8321040768570617625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8321040768570617625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-is-over.html' title='A Party is Over'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ShBXh5avAOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UpsodEPcsTs/s72-c/partysover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-532914094388214974</id><published>2009-04-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:14:40.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SfHXU_2gbUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/84TfIQdrks8/s1600-h/lindseysleepingbestblogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SfHXU_2gbUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/84TfIQdrks8/s320/lindseysleepingbestblogspot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328276589893414210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image of Lindsey was taken at the house on Broad Street. She was visiting during the holidays and came and crawled into bed with me one chilly morning. When I got up and saw this sleeping angel, I had to capture the moment. I only shot a few frames so that I wouldn't wake her up. This shot says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-532914094388214974?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/532914094388214974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/532914094388214974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/532914094388214974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleeping-beauty.html' title='A Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SfHXU_2gbUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/84TfIQdrks8/s72-c/lindseysleepingbestblogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-325676276384993423</id><published>2009-04-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:37:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Sek9dRVHq0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_YaBcSFxfnM/s1600-h/Sebastionbedfinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Sek9dRVHq0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_YaBcSFxfnM/s320/Sebastionbedfinal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325855607419808578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a huge animal lover. As a kid, we had pets of all kinds. My parents made sure that we took good care of them, and this early "caring for others" definitely helped to shape who we were. Since animals are always willing models, I find myself shooting them often, but have rarely showed any of these images. I'm not sure why. As I was going through some folders today, I came across this shot of Sebastian, who is one of my daughters adorable Pugs. He has been a patient "model" more times than I can count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-325676276384993423?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/325676276384993423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/pug.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/325676276384993423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/325676276384993423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/pug.html' title='A Pug'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Sek9dRVHq0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_YaBcSFxfnM/s72-c/Sebastionbedfinal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-2812871035783137876</id><published>2009-04-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:52:40.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bouquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdWHkg3FT5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1yk2w7jkNUs/s1600-h/pinkflowermirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdWHkg3FT5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1yk2w7jkNUs/s320/pinkflowermirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307596174118802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers. It's the one extravagance that I never feel bad about. The local Farmers Markets in L.A. have an abundance of beautiful flowers year round. Every week brings a new bouquet to my home. I've been playing with my flash and some long exposures, and am sometimes pleasantly surprised.  This is one of the frames that I liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-2812871035783137876?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2812871035783137876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/bouquet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/2812871035783137876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/2812871035783137876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/bouquet.html' title='A Bouquet'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdWHkg3FT5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1yk2w7jkNUs/s72-c/pinkflowermirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-3890199828931206041</id><published>2009-03-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:30:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdBXw56uUsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dtJXdA4NIdA/s1600-h/bigsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdBXw56uUsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dtJXdA4NIdA/s320/bigsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318847657617019586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdBXn54Xq-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WvQAkeRQE4g/s1600-h/Bigcloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdBXn54Xq-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/WvQAkeRQE4g/s320/Bigcloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318847502988323810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes take the motorcycle up to Griffith Park on the weekends. A few weeks ago, we drove up and found incredible storms approaching from the distance. The clouds were very ominous, but gorgeous. We're so used to consistently good weather, that this kind of view is rare here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-3890199828931206041?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3890199828931206041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3890199828931206041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3890199828931206041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/view.html' title='A View'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SdBXw56uUsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dtJXdA4NIdA/s72-c/bigsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-4162551879678554972</id><published>2009-03-21T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:34:23.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ScSXxaatHGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zIyZc116cf8/s1600-h/pinktree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ScSXxaatHGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zIyZc116cf8/s320/pinktree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315540335364742242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ScSXSW7FwvI/AAAAAAAAADw/wg8BbAAQdq4/s1600-h/pinktree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ScSXSW7FwvI/AAAAAAAAADw/wg8BbAAQdq4/s320/pinktree1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315539801850888946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially spring. I couldn't resist sharing the gorgeous pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blossoms&lt;/span&gt; that are in bloom in our neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-4162551879678554972?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4162551879678554972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4162551879678554972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4162551879678554972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='A Spring Day'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/ScSXxaatHGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zIyZc116cf8/s72-c/pinktree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-3403489879948158619</id><published>2009-03-15T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:42:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tulip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Sb3cnpqXSvI/AAAAAAAAADg/QVD2tL9UFWQ/s1600-h/whitetulip14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Sb3cnpqXSvI/AAAAAAAAADg/QVD2tL9UFWQ/s320/whitetulip14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313645709123603186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm sharing this image of a single tulip. I shot what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; like a million frames of these, and keep coming back to this one. Sometimes less is more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-3403489879948158619?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3403489879948158619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/tulip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3403489879948158619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/3403489879948158619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/tulip.html' title='A Tulip'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Sb3cnpqXSvI/AAAAAAAAADg/QVD2tL9UFWQ/s72-c/whitetulip14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-7314807398138602313</id><published>2009-03-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:46:48.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SbiET-SZK9I/AAAAAAAAADY/aeKVJtOBsSY/s1600-h/newbed24bestfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SbiET-SZK9I/AAAAAAAAADY/aeKVJtOBsSY/s320/newbed24bestfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312141239156026322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another image from my personal project at the house on Broad Street. I'd already shot the perfectly made bed, and wanted to create the "after" version to go with it. This one is shot from above (with me hanging on to a ladder). It's very different from the previous version, but I liked the "frosting" like texture of the comforter. The truth is, this is how my bed usually looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-7314807398138602313?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7314807398138602313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/bed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7314807398138602313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7314807398138602313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/bed.html' title='A Bed'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SbiET-SZK9I/AAAAAAAAADY/aeKVJtOBsSY/s72-c/newbed24bestfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-5629491114450802930</id><published>2009-03-08T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:52:13.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SbSGcT89Z5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/07EE4MyT-Iw/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SbSGcT89Z5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/07EE4MyT-Iw/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311017681527072658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, my brothers, my sister and I, each had our own tree in our  yard. We spent countless hours alone, and with our friends climbing in our own personal jungles. We discovered birds, snails, lizards and even snakes in our trees. These were not ordinary trees to us. Their majestic green canopies gave us cool shade on hot, humid days. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;magically&lt;/span&gt; in the fall, our trees would create virtual mountains of leaves that we jumped in, played in, and buried ourselves in. I spent many lazy days daydreaming in mine. When my parents sold that house many years ago, it was the trees that I missed the most. I love taking pictures of trees, and my fond memories from childhood probably explain why. This one was a quick grab shot as  I was walking down the street on a summer morning. It makes me think of those carefree days so long ago, and it makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-5629491114450802930?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5629491114450802930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5629491114450802930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5629491114450802930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/tree.html' title='A Tree'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SbSGcT89Z5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/07EE4MyT-Iw/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-8469157255787892223</id><published>2009-02-28T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:28:00.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Saj7wpP41fI/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZS1xRAZYiM/s1600-h/barndoors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Saj7wpP41fI/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZS1xRAZYiM/s320/barndoors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307768973980915186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Saj7gCQth3I/AAAAAAAAACU/W6U1y76nn50/s1600-h/donaldbarndoors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Saj7gCQth3I/AAAAAAAAACU/W6U1y76nn50/s320/donaldbarndoors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307768688637478770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other fourth of July, my family has a huge reunion at my cousin Carol's house on the east coast. She has a great old red brick victorian house with a big old barn in the back. I had just gotten my 5D, and was still learning how to use it. My little blonde nephew Donald was wandering around with me one morning while everyone else was still sleeping. I was taking pictures of the barn door, and then saw Donald standing in the doorway. His little figure was so perfectly framed by the grand old doors that I had to shoot a couple of frames.  I think both images are nice, but I love the one of Donald the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-8469157255787892223?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8469157255787892223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/donald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8469157255787892223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/8469157255787892223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/donald.html' title='Donald'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/Saj7wpP41fI/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZS1xRAZYiM/s72-c/barndoors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-5000838588939697228</id><published>2009-02-14T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:38:32.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SZfBEHPOxdI/AAAAAAAAACM/0RbEbYo626Y/s1600-h/wintertrees1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SZfBEHPOxdI/AAAAAAAAACM/0RbEbYo626Y/s320/wintertrees1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302919362658616786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NC for the New Years holiday this year.  It was cold and rainy almost the entire week.  The rain forced me to stay inside for most of the trip which allowed me some time to relax and recharge. One morning as I looked out the kitchen window, it struck me that the scene outside looked as if it were in black and white instead of color. As I often do when I am there, I took a quick picture of the cold, wet morning. Later when I went back to edit some of my work from that week, I came across this image, and it's simplicity and lack of color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; even me. What had seemed so cold and ugly, was now beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-5000838588939697228?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5000838588939697228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5000838588939697228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/5000838588939697228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-day.html' title='A Winter Day'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SZfBEHPOxdI/AAAAAAAAACM/0RbEbYo626Y/s72-c/wintertrees1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-4411368934846358070</id><published>2009-02-09T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:09:20.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Door Opens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SZD9ktbIt2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TwQl8Zk_I-g/s1600-h/DoorFinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SZD9ktbIt2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TwQl8Zk_I-g/s320/DoorFinal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301015568525604706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image is a continuation from the personal project. I love the light and the point of view on this one. Sometimes it just takes getting down on the ground (literally) to find the shot. The sense of  "when one door closes, another one opens" is what I was going after on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-4411368934846358070?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4411368934846358070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/door-opens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4411368934846358070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/4411368934846358070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/door-opens.html' title='A Door Opens'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SZD9ktbIt2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TwQl8Zk_I-g/s72-c/DoorFinal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524452500507968472.post-7589986160414395518</id><published>2009-01-31T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:38:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SYS6EFcdi4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eIC8Db2z9WA/s1600-h/whitebedheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SYS6EFcdi4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eIC8Db2z9WA/s320/whitebedheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297563641038343042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SYS5slA9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vaeRhOfDaSo/s1600-h/whitegown54Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SYS5slA9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vaeRhOfDaSo/s320/whitegown54Final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297563237196063890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does one begin a blog? For me this is a visual journal, and a place to share what I have seen. Photography of all kinds inspires me, and it is my hope that I can somehow inspire others. With that in mind, I've decided to share some images from a personal project that I have been working on for the last year and a half. I have a little house in North Carolina, where I go to escape my hectic life in Los Angeles. I always take my camera, and on a whim one morning as I looked at the beautiful light streaming in my bedroom window and across my bed, I shot the first image of what has become my project. From there, I grabbed my favorite white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cotton&lt;/span&gt; gown, and hung it in the window. As I clicked away frame after frame, trying to catch the great light that was happening, I decided then and there, that these would be the first of a series of my quiet life in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; house on Broad Street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7524452500507968472-7589986160414395518?l=abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7589986160414395518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-personal-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7589986160414395518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524452500507968472/posts/default/7589986160414395518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abrnneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-personal-project.html' title='My Personal Project'/><author><name>Edie Tobias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858020787935793505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/TUuhzz_2BvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/thywMh3yW_Y/s220/155723_466236352458_528322458_5342325_510618_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iXHlqjl585w/SYS6EFcdi4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eIC8Db2z9WA/s72-c/whitebedheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
