<?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-5189094356492643535</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:47:56.988-08:00</updated><category term='Undefined Expression Diana F+ Photography Love Ideas Secrets carolinabeiertz'/><category term='50 sad chairs bill keaggy emotions flickr'/><title type='text'>Every Photograph has a story to tell</title><subtitle type='html'>http://www.flickr.com/photos/carolinabeiertz/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknownbeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022517784834386045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/STbbadbxNAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9Nxcu8Nk8pU/S220/P1050098_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189094356492643535.post-724326035645548856</id><published>2008-12-21T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:47:23.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 sad chairs bill keaggy emotions flickr'/><title type='text'>50 Sad Chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vXYoWCQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5pY3uu_sqi4/s1600-h/keaggy-50-bad-chairs-book-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vXYoWCQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5pY3uu_sqi4/s400/keaggy-50-bad-chairs-book-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282352229235689730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vRITyMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qkl3GKhOjUY/s1600-h/1493493358_3b45b2de34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vRITyMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qkl3GKhOjUY/s400/1493493358_3b45b2de34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282352121775272482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vFGJkbdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0QLHXSq9DJk/s1600-h/2235790554_b628859807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vFGJkbdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0QLHXSq9DJk/s400/2235790554_b628859807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282351915037126098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6sZ2qRpLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4AZnaq3NPOQ/s1600-h/keaggy_50sadchairs_01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6sZ2qRpLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4AZnaq3NPOQ/s400/keaggy_50sadchairs_01-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348973121709234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6mtpB4InI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1IvpA08r5hk/s1600-h/keaggy-50-bad-chairs-phonebooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6mtpB4InI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1IvpA08r5hk/s400/keaggy-50-bad-chairs-phonebooth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282342715990221426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the Lomography Shop yesterday to go buy some more film for Diana F+, since she was bugging me all week and I stumbled across this wonderful little book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;50 Sad Chairs&lt;/span&gt;.I just love how Bill Keaggy, the author of this marvelous book, gives the chairs and couches human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in "Timeout" the chair is facing the wall, which reminds me of the time when I was a kid, and the teacher would tell misbehaved kids to stand in a corner, or look at the wall, basically, a timeout. This book if just lovely. It's worth a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see some more of his sad chairs go to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bk/sets/647621/ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;or visit his personal page at http://www.keaggy.com/about/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189094356492643535-724326035645548856?l=everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/feeds/724326035645548856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-sad-chairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/724326035645548856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/724326035645548856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-sad-chairs.html' title='50 Sad Chairs'/><author><name>Unknownbeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022517784834386045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/STbbadbxNAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9Nxcu8Nk8pU/S220/P1050098_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6vXYoWCQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5pY3uu_sqi4/s72-c/keaggy-50-bad-chairs-book-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189094356492643535.post-8567766498578353036</id><published>2008-12-21T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:45:13.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Undefined Expression Diana F+ Photography Love Ideas Secrets carolinabeiertz'/><title type='text'>Made for each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6cBpsoEwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ht16u5V3NxA/s1600-h/P1060164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6cBpsoEwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ht16u5V3NxA/s400/P1060164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282330965139002114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems like Diana F+ and me have been getting along perfectly, as I predicted. I've been spending a lot of time with her these past few days, she doesn't seem to mind sharing a small bed with me.I'm glad were both happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today, I discovered how she loves to hang from my neck, and when she does, everyone is always looking at us. This doesn't surprise me though. She's just utterly beautiful, it's almost impossible not to look at her. I love my Diana, even though, sometimes she's too complicated, and it takes me a while to figure out what she wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about her that always makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday, she sat down on the table. Yes, that stubborn Diana, she just doesn't listen. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of just staring at her, I came up with this wonderful Idea. It's a surprise though. We discussed it together, and decided to keep it a secret for now, but don't worry, we will be telling you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you don't leave us, a great couple like us need friends you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro and Diana F+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189094356492643535-8567766498578353036?l=everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/feeds/8567766498578353036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/made-for-each-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/8567766498578353036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/8567766498578353036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/made-for-each-other.html' title='Made for each other'/><author><name>Unknownbeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022517784834386045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/STbbadbxNAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9Nxcu8Nk8pU/S220/P1050098_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6cBpsoEwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ht16u5V3NxA/s72-c/P1060164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189094356492643535.post-1304550408899643230</id><published>2008-12-21T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:03:32.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6S90rT05I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d9liHwU5IEc/s1600-h/index-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6S90rT05I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d9liHwU5IEc/s400/index-main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282321003762144146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6S3V6qtvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p_7XXclqnEQ/s1600-h/diana_f_camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6S3V6qtvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p_7XXclqnEQ/s400/diana_f_camera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282320892425844466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking past Echegarria street two days ago, and that's when I saw her. It was love at first sight.The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew we were perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I fell in love with Diana+F. She Drives me crazy. I spend almost every minute of my life with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to keep this is a secret, but I'd thought maybe it'd be nice to share this with all of you. Maybe you will fall in love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about her, click on this link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lomography.com/diana/products/diana-f-plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only until you check that website out, will I be able to give you a thorough biography of Diana F+. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon curious bloggers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189094356492643535-1304550408899643230?l=everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/feeds/1304550408899643230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/1304550408899643230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/1304550408899643230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at First Sight'/><author><name>Unknownbeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022517784834386045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/STbbadbxNAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9Nxcu8Nk8pU/S220/P1050098_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SU6S90rT05I/AAAAAAAAAGU/d9liHwU5IEc/s72-c/index-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189094356492643535.post-7701632132938670078</id><published>2008-12-16T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:09:51.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say "A picture is worth more than a thousand words", is it really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SUilPuy2CnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y6T1N6U1hX8/s1600-h/P1030981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SUilPuy2CnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y6T1N6U1hX8/s400/P1030981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280652252769815154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They say "A picture is worth more than a thousand words", I believe every picture has a story to tell. I think photographs, can change your life. It may sound ridiculous, but photographs,make you feel things, keep memories, and tell stories. That's what makes them so special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That's why I started this blog, because I have a dream. A dream to travel, and show you life through someone else's eyes. I want to show the world what life is really like for many other people. We all have a voice, and we deserve to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5189094356492643535-7701632132938670078?l=everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/feeds/7701632132938670078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-is-worth-more-than-thousand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/7701632132938670078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5189094356492643535/posts/default/7701632132938670078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyphotographhasastorytotell.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-is-worth-more-than-thousand.html' title='They say &quot;A picture is worth more than a thousand words&quot;, is it really?'/><author><name>Unknownbeauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022517784834386045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/STbbadbxNAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9Nxcu8Nk8pU/S220/P1050098_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVXkUuZDU_A/SUilPuy2CnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y6T1N6U1hX8/s72-c/P1030981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
