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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BpEzie7-B6zIshDndyijbjKpMqk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BpEzie7-B6zIshDndyijbjKpMqk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BpEzie7-B6zIshDndyijbjKpMqk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BpEzie7-B6zIshDndyijbjKpMqk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since I rarely post, keep up with my work at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://eastonsayshello.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;http://eastonsayshello.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-2035329484045585741?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/t_PTdfZCEOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/2035329484045585741?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/2035329484045585741?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/t_PTdfZCEOQ/deviant-art.html" title="Deviant Art" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2010/06/deviant-art.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQnY5fCp7ImA9WxBaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-5828818849922273352</id><published>2010-03-26T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:42:13.824-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-26T22:42:13.824-05:00</app:edited><title>Day 5.000001?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0YFRFCzSFeE7CeZY8amTlUg16c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0YFRFCzSFeE7CeZY8amTlUg16c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0YFRFCzSFeE7CeZY8amTlUg16c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H0YFRFCzSFeE7CeZY8amTlUg16c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Welcome to blog #17! It's been too long since that "quick update." The truth is, there was nothing to update you about. No worries, there still isn't. I've recently decided to put that camera down, and work on what I already have. Remember me saying I just did a photo shoot? Or that I just took some good pics? Think of those as lies, considering I haven't worked on them. I'm telling myself, work on those other pictures! I keep taking more, and piling them up on my hard drive. It's officially time for some Spring Cleaning, or Photo Spring Cleaning. &amp;nbsp; Here is the new pic I just worked on. Hopefully, I'll blog more often. No promises.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bI6EZ04tDYxDr1n-JWonWvLTSuc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bI6EZ04tDYxDr1n-JWonWvLTSuc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bI6EZ04tDYxDr1n-JWonWvLTSuc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bI6EZ04tDYxDr1n-JWonWvLTSuc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just a quick blog.. It's pretty late and I need to get to bed soon. Today was my first full day of school this week, and it seemed to go by faster than I expected. I've probably just jinxed myself and tomorrow will be a slow and boring day -- up until when I get home, then the weekend will fly by too fast. In my art class we're researching artists for a project and I'm thinking of choosing Wassily Kandinsky. I have to reproduce a piece of his work and i think I'm doing either "On White II" or another one like it, but it's name escapes me.. Anyways, his art is thought-provoking&amp;nbsp;and interesting so I'm probably choosing him. Well, off to bed. Goodnight, good morning, or good day to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-6880385418515939895?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/ZUI5Xey4AzA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/6880385418515939895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/6880385418515939895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/ZUI5Xey4AzA/day-5.html" title="Day 5" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNQnw_fyp7ImA9WxBXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-4243915507688818480</id><published>2010-01-27T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:53:13.247-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-27T22:53:13.247-06:00</app:edited><title>Day 4</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ymUNstLoZI7KdoPpxItToBoP2TQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ymUNstLoZI7KdoPpxItToBoP2TQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ymUNstLoZI7KdoPpxItToBoP2TQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ymUNstLoZI7KdoPpxItToBoP2TQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oops, I didn't blog yesterday! I had a headache last night and didn't get the chance to blog.. Anyways, I've been having a good day. My days seem to start slow, and just get faster and faster&amp;nbsp;throughout. I got outside and shot today, but nothing seemed to be all that great. I still need to upload two new pictures I took on "Day 1." I hope to start doing photography more often. I feel like I waste my time on things that I consider important at the time, but they turn out to be very unimportant instead of working on things that truly matter to me. Well, I better get to bed so tomorrow morning isn't misery for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-4243915507688818480?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/tBjmJp2UR6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/4243915507688818480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/4243915507688818480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/tBjmJp2UR6w/day-4.html" title="Day 4" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NR3Y-cSp7ImA9WxBXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-7613114418505080064</id><published>2010-01-25T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:41:36.859-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-25T22:41:36.859-06:00</app:edited><title>Day 2</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jVSrMHPoGtbOEFlA29xAujZgkDk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jVSrMHPoGtbOEFlA29xAujZgkDk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jVSrMHPoGtbOEFlA29xAujZgkDk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jVSrMHPoGtbOEFlA29xAujZgkDk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had a pretty busy day, but I didn't get a lot of things I accomplish that I wished I had. Oh well, I might have school tomorrow, so I'll be able to get it all done and have plenty of free time. I've been thinking lately.. Which means I have a hard time concentrating on things I consider&amp;nbsp;unimportant. Anyways, the only photography related thing I did today was edit a picture for&amp;nbsp;Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-7613114418505080064?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/MoniSS48quI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7613114418505080064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7613114418505080064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/MoniSS48quI/day-2.html" title="Day 2" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMARHc7fip7ImA9WxBXE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-7485464649746573505</id><published>2010-01-24T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:00:45.906-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T21:00:45.906-06:00</app:edited><title>Day 1</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dGvXkVMY395CZtPj0OAtfLK1_JQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dGvXkVMY395CZtPj0OAtfLK1_JQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dGvXkVMY395CZtPj0OAtfLK1_JQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dGvXkVMY395CZtPj0OAtfLK1_JQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was.. a lazy day. I'm starting to regret not getting outside and take some pictures.. But I did take some inside about an hour ago. I really didn't have an idea of what I wanted to take a picture of, so I just experimented and it came out to be pretty cool. I'll probably upload them tomorrow, and I'll put up a link. All in all, today was.. relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-7485464649746573505?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/WY9V2roiM_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7485464649746573505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7485464649746573505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/WY9V2roiM_A/day-1.html" title="Day 1" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGR305eSp7ImA9WxBXE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-5537003943462110313</id><published>2010-01-24T00:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:55:26.321-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T00:55:26.321-06:00</app:edited><title>Help Wanted: Inspiration</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jIhKqkHB9mulS_szznnT79_29-s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jIhKqkHB9mulS_szznnT79_29-s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jIhKqkHB9mulS_szznnT79_29-s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jIhKqkHB9mulS_szznnT79_29-s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, I should start blogging again. Last time I blogged, I was inspired.. Unlike now. For some reason, my work doesn't live up to my older work.. Maybe I'm setting the bar too high for myself.. Is that possible? Before, I felt like this had to be professional. Now I realize, this can't be professional.. I can't possibly get popular for my artificial posts where I don't seem human.. I have to remember this is MY blog.. and it should be ME. Anyway.. Back to photography. I don't know why, but suddenly my newest work disappoints me. My inspiration shows in my work, and my inspiration lately seems hollow. I'm getting used to not being the best I can be.. Which is the most disappointing thing of all. Maybe if it write it down, the things that bother me most.. or the things that get in my way of getting what I want.. Then I will open up again. If I hold any emotion in, I might lose it forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-5537003943462110313?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/W3cGi9WX42o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/5537003943462110313?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/5537003943462110313?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/W3cGi9WX42o/help-wanted-inspiration.html" title="Help Wanted: Inspiration" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-wanted-inspiration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBQXczeip7ImA9WxNTFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-8062258818457365061</id><published>2009-08-16T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:19:10.982-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-16T02:19:10.982-05:00</app:edited><title>Update</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AV4GHhG3ULiGbEyvfrxydYpSFNI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AV4GHhG3ULiGbEyvfrxydYpSFNI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just wanted to give a quick update since I've haven't posted anything in a long time. I'm doing a new "project" that I'm very excited about. I don't want to hype it up and make it sound like a big deal, but I want it to be different than anything else I have done. I love trying out different things, including types of photography. I'm being very precise about this project and I want to take my time with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a little sample of what it may entail:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GZRCONrE5aXGhnLEY_igYtePl6k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GZRCONrE5aXGhnLEY_igYtePl6k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/eastonsayshello" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sh3h5xvGokI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pZN7n9Vlz7A/s320/bleeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts. It's truly an organ in the body to keep blood moving. The actual shape is nothing like it is in the picture above. So why does love always have to do with hearts? Why do people say someone "broke" their heart? It's rather poetic, because of the connections. The heart pumps blood, as well as love. If a heart is broken, the heart stops pumping the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-7686321024722857553?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/tqW-gFAS894" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7686321024722857553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7686321024722857553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/tqW-gFAS894/myspace.html" title="Bleeding Hearts" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sh3h5xvGokI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pZN7n9Vlz7A/s72-c/bleeding.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/05/myspace.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFQH0_cSp7ImA9WxJSFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-7680125764744284985</id><published>2009-05-06T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:28:31.349-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-06T15:28:31.349-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AVwo0pCYhRdZ3mAHKDYcIGZxVRc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AVwo0pCYhRdZ3mAHKDYcIGZxVRc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/eastonsayshello" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/SgD0AKo_xFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/atwGLSE8pD0/s320/fishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; love textures. I like when I know what it is, and no one else does. When people guess, they usually base it off of experiences they've had or things they've seen. I think this is interesting how personal experiences make connections that last forever. Connections are important because when you make a connection, it's hard to forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;“A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Heraclitus of Ephesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-7680125764744284985?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/8X74ZzprjI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7680125764744284985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/7680125764744284985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/8X74ZzprjI4/i-love-textures.html" title="" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/SgD0AKo_xFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/atwGLSE8pD0/s72-c/fishes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-textures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcEQHo8fCp7ImA9WxJSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-2366338978816952161</id><published>2009-05-05T09:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:00:01.474-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T09:00:01.474-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cYdClLjgc1AprdQWLhbKw4kj1Rc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cYdClLjgc1AprdQWLhbKw4kj1Rc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eastonsayshello" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sf92nc1tCaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3aA8ndwKhls/s320/editt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love all colors, not one more than another. Many people believe light colors are "girl" colors and dark colors are "guy" colors. This concept got me thinking about why it's this way. Why isn't it the other way around? I know if I take bright colors out of all of my photos, they're going to look boring and dull. If I take all the dark colors out of my photos, they're going to be boring or dull. I need all the colors and hues to let people see how I see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;"I never question what to do, it tells me what to do.  The photographs make themselves with my help." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;-Ruth Bernhard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-2366338978816952161?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/CeEOUIeLnPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/2366338978816952161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/2366338978816952161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/CeEOUIeLnPI/i-love-all-colors-not-one-more-than.html" title="" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sf92nc1tCaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3aA8ndwKhls/s72-c/editt2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-all-colors-not-one-more-than.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQH49eCp7ImA9WxJSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-7409572024739425201</id><published>2009-05-04T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:00:01.060-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T09:00:01.060-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rdz--XIfNvYzzuPqgAY9R5R-nEU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rdz--XIfNvYzzuPqgAY9R5R-nEU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/EastonSaysHello" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sf2wEm-cHHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/keJLg66lH_4/s320/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is a great season. Everything goes from black and white to color. When I was thinking about this, I remembered yesterday a photographer on Facebook was talking about which one people prefer. That got me thinking, does it really matter? I love color, but black and white can really bring out a pictures' beauty. I like black and white and color equally because they bring a different look of beauty to a photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Andy Warhol&lt;a class="kLink" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/andywarhol109768.html#" id="KonaLink0" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; font-weight: bold; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; font-weight: bold; position: static;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KqplSXl-Kmy68ANShVrAFBfDdkI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KqplSXl-Kmy68ANShVrAFBfDdkI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eastonsayshello" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sfe6P8LOxoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uHPPXdOJBjo/s200/photos2+%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Chair. Magical right? I mean, it's practically glowing. But why is it so special? It's out in the snow, where it's cold. So maybe you have it wrong. Maybe it's just a normal chair out in the snow. Who would put a chair out in the snow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;"A photograph is memory in the raw.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;-Carrie Latet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-5640768785157591166?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/rjXXA2W5D08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/5640768785157591166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/5640768785157591166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/rjXXA2W5D08/chair.html" title="" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sfe6P8LOxoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uHPPXdOJBjo/s72-c/photos2+%287%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/04/chair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MGQ3c_fyp7ImA9WxJSFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-5995365768606732413</id><published>2009-04-29T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:03:42.947-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T20:03:42.947-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m4Pc6cPmF-K-8NqIVTuCse-wKCs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m4Pc6cPmF-K-8NqIVTuCse-wKCs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eastonsayshello" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sfe4CoAGGNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2piE0wJ0-D8/s320/peace+%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace. Will we ever have it? I don't think peace is something that can happen on Earth. Peace is perfect. Nothing on Earth is perfect. But we still want peace, even if we can't have it. Isn't it better to try to have peace, than to ignore it? If we ignore something perfect, we'll be missing out. So go ahead and talk about how it's impossible and why even bother. At least I'm going to try, even if I fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-5995365768606732413?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/ZfTS3OuN7kw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/5995365768606732413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/5995365768606732413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/ZfTS3OuN7kw/peace.html" title="" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/Sfe4CoAGGNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2piE0wJ0-D8/s72-c/peace+%2821%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/04/peace.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBQng9cSp7ImA9WxJSFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-2246712011045953682</id><published>2009-04-27T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:04:13.669-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T20:04:13.669-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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Everyone asks me how I did it. Why is this the first question everyone asks? Is it really important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I did it? Why isn't anyone asking me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;? I can answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. I made this series so you would ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even if someone knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;how, why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; would they tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be."&lt;br /&gt;-Duane Michals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-2246712011045953682?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/VDxwTu-c4cY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/2246712011045953682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/2246712011045953682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/VDxwTu-c4cY/cloning-series_27.html" title="" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/SfTmuRi_6rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/knqz8ootyg0/s72-c/cloning.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/04/cloning-series_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCSH86eCp7ImA9WxJSFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6784535626127672612.post-352550854643627103</id><published>2009-04-26T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:04:29.110-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T20:04:29.110-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j3lhNt5r92V_PNfEhEXWhR-L9i0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j3lhNt5r92V_PNfEhEXWhR-L9i0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspace.com/eastonsayshello"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/SfSgksnRHDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WbYxb36IAsw/s400/8637083-478630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329060811397733426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first "art" picture I took. It got me thinking, what's the difference between a picture and a photograph? To me, they're very different.  I think a photograph has quite a bit of thought behind it. It shows how the person looks at the object in a way that's artistic. I think a picture is just an empty photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"You don't take a photograph, you make it."&lt;br /&gt; -Ansel Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6784535626127672612-352550854643627103?l=eshp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Eshp/~4/LmGtPVfYEjU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/352550854643627103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6784535626127672612/posts/default/352550854643627103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Eshp/~3/LmGtPVfYEjU/this-is-first-art-picture-i-took.html" title="" /><author><name>Eastonsayshello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023085265806018013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zGC0LCjUrmY/SfSgksnRHDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WbYxb36IAsw/s72-c/8637083-478630.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://eshp.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-first-art-picture-i-took.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

