<?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-2656687494263155979</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:25.154-05:00</updated><category term='asleep'/><category term='grasshopper'/><category term='Black'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='photography'/><category term='bug'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Ring'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Hero'/><category term='flower'/><category term='Art'/><category term='White'/><category term='crayons'/><category term='boy'/><category term='Diamonds'/><category term='photo'/><category term='Wedding rings'/><category term='picture'/><category term='Children'/><category term='baby'/><category term='color'/><category term='Ansel Adams'/><category term='Macro'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='image'/><category term='Insect'/><category term='Black and White'/><category term='erynne'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Erynne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-2896035516464749142</id><published>2008-07-03T15:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:04:09.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ansel Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black and White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><title type='text'>A photographic Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.temple.edu/photo/photographers/adams/Ansel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.temple.edu/photo/photographers/adams/Ansel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me? That would be Ansel Adams.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with his Books of Photography on our coffee table. I'm not really sure why, neither of my parents at the time seemed all that interested in Photography. However I am greatful.&lt;br /&gt;Ansel Adams was part of what inspired me to become a photographer. His works are classic, never to be forgotten.  An inspiration to many besides myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ansel Adams was born on February 20, 1902 and he died on April 22 1984.  His fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/MonolithTheFaceofHalfDomeYosemiteVa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 186px;" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/MonolithTheFaceofHalfDomeYosemiteVa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rst Portfolio was contracted in 1927 and it included his most famous Picture "Monolith". Mr. Adams First portfolio, with the sponsorship and promotion of Albert Bender, was a great success. Earning nearly $4,000, and he quickly began receiving commercial assignments to photograph wealthy people who had purchased his portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;Ansel Adams is most well known for his pictures of massive landscapes, in black an white.   His artistic eye served him well in helping him to become one of the most famous photographers known to mankind. His legend lives on in the multiple portfolios of his work that were published.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-2896035516464749142?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2896035516464749142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=2896035516464749142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/2896035516464749142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/2896035516464749142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/photographic-hero.html' title='A photographic Hero'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-8288956041516326844</id><published>2008-07-02T18:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:35:25.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Youngest Sister!  hehe... yesterday was my youngest sister's b-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010011.jpg" style="float: none; width: 320px; height: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we celebrated the way one would Normally celebrate their birthday!&lt;br /&gt;With Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010029.jpg" style="float: none; width: 352px; height: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010028.jpg" style="float: none; width: 384px; height: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Trying to see who can shove the  most cake in their mouth (I did pretty well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010045.jpg" style="float: none; width: 371px; height: 279px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think Shiloh should take home the prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010060.jpg" style="float: none; width: 227px; height: 302px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only for absofreakinglutely most disgusting But also for the drooliest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010061-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010061-1.jpg" style="float: none; width: 242px; height: 322px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think manda's gets the Cutest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010047.jpg" style="float: none; width: 321px; height: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to steal an extra one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010032.jpg" style="float: none; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home made Goats milk Icecream (It's actually pretty good if you can get past the "goats milk" part... I can't so I didn't partake of the icecream eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010034.jpg" style="float: none; width: 329px; height: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010003.jpg" style="float: none; width: 296px; height: 222px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010048.jpg" style="float: none; width: 302px; height: 227px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And taking horrible pics of my mom without getting caught! (You get caught You die, in other words &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;EPIC FAIL!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010021.jpg" style="float: none; width: 278px; height: 209px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times were had ^_^  &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;(but shield your Eyes.. I had no makeup on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/2008_07010023.jpg" style="float: none; width: 308px; height: 231px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jon slept through it all.. I missed him *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a day in the Audet/Myers Birthday celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday Kyrie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-8288956041516326844?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8288956041516326844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=8288956041516326844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/8288956041516326844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/8288956041516326844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll222/Erynnes/kyries%20bday/th_2008_07010011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-9210294722338382048</id><published>2008-06-20T14:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:12.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ring'/><title type='text'>Our  Wedding Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwSElI97CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uP37-7wKONs/s1600-h/2008_06200073c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwSElI97CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uP37-7wKONs/s320/2008_06200073c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214062338486692898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My husband Left his wedding ring behind while he is at work today. Why? Because he's afraid of getting it caught on something and ruining it or for some reason having to have it cut off due to a freak accident.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I took full advantage of this and decided to Take pictures of our wedding rings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted to use things in the picture that applied to things we enjoy or are significant in our lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the top and bottom pictures I decided to use my wedding dress as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;background of the picture. In the top picture: the pearls give the picture an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwShSXvLPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xfJoKQU98n4/s1600-h/2008_06200067c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwShSXvLPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xfJoKQU98n4/s320/2008_06200067c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214062831664573682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elegant look that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwS0b9UMBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-Yk15kC89lY/s1600-h/2008_06200041c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwS0b9UMBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-Yk15kC89lY/s320/2008_06200041c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214063160655622162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a Playstation Portable, mainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; because we have a big thing for Video games. They tend to be something we can do and enjoy doing together. Video Games have been a big part of our lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really enjoyed taking these pictures, Experimenting with new Ideas and being creative with props I wouldn't generally have thought to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-9210294722338382048?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/9210294722338382048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=9210294722338382048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/9210294722338382048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/9210294722338382048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-husband-left-his-wedding-ring-behind.html' title='Our  Wedding Rings'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFwSElI97CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uP37-7wKONs/s72-c/2008_06200073c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-3530706085061241010</id><published>2008-06-16T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:12.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grasshopper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erynne'/><title type='text'>Exploration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My kids, like most others, love to explore. One of their most exciting adventures is "Creature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFaz180Po4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KVdutR6rsMc/s1600-h/2008_06140020c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFaz180Po4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KVdutR6rsMc/s320/2008_06140020c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212551358167622530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunting".  They have these clear plastic containers  that they received in their kids meals at Whataburger during one of our family outings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The container has air holes and a magnifying glass lid so that they can observe their finds. Generally they will ask their daddy but occasionally they will ask me or just go alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  On this occasion My daughter ventured out  by herself and asked me to take a picture of her find when she returned. She was very excited, this particular grasshopper was very difficult to catch. Not to mention she did it with her bare hands as well. She had very good reason to be proud of herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I wanted to get a good close up of her find because I wanted to make sure it was a clear image so she could look at it and recognize it.  So I went for a macro shot. Not too close so you could see her in the background but not far enough away that you couldn't see why she looked proud of herself so this is what I came up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not only can you clearly see her prize but you can see her proudly showing off what she worked so hard to catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-3530706085061241010?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3530706085061241010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=3530706085061241010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/3530706085061241010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/3530706085061241010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/exploration.html' title='Exploration'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFaz180Po4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KVdutR6rsMc/s72-c/2008_06140020c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-4818154395889374918</id><published>2008-06-12T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:12.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crayons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFHL0t_zZ5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EbTqoclY00A/s1600-h/2008_06110076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFHL0t_zZ5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EbTqoclY00A/s320/2008_06110076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211170350405216146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was trying to take a picture of this flower yesterday. The kids were coloring. Chaos was everywhere. Ok maybe not but usually that's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;   My sister was trying to capture this flower though and as I was watching her I noticed the drawing and the crayons. I couldn't resist giving it a try.&lt;br /&gt; Little did i know it, but i created for myself a little trip down Memory Lane. The smell of crayons and flowers. The feel of the paper with colored wax all over it. sometimes it's amazing to me how fast we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up receiving  much more than i was asking for with this picture. The beautiful colors and the smells. It was a wonderful experience. I hope that it brings you plesant memories as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-4818154395889374918?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4818154395889374918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=4818154395889374918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/4818154395889374918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/4818154395889374918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SFHL0t_zZ5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EbTqoclY00A/s72-c/2008_06110076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-3099816170478610102</id><published>2008-06-11T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:13.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dreamland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SE_5Cb-IxHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yRCvt7lCDME/s1600-h/Gabesleepc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SE_5Cb-IxHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yRCvt7lCDME/s320/Gabesleepc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210657114154386546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember the days when every car ride i took that lasted more than 5 minutes I would fall asleep, leaned up against the door.  Ok so, perhaps I don't remember first hand. Maybe it's the years of my parents telling me about it that I remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even so that doesn't make this image any less adorable. This is my son Gabriel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Gabriel Fell asleep on the way home from church on Sunday afternoon.  I couldn't resist the photo opp.  It's not very often during the day that he looks this serene&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's the kind of little man that has to be constantly moving and getting into things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I noticed something about this picture after I got it uploaded onto my computer.  If you look at the window you can see the cars zooming by (Or us zooming by the cars). I love the character it adds to the picture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-3099816170478610102?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3099816170478610102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=3099816170478610102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/3099816170478610102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/3099816170478610102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreamland.html' title='Dreamland'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SE_5Cb-IxHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yRCvt7lCDME/s72-c/Gabesleepc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-67255138438243378</id><published>2008-06-10T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:03:13.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SE7H3av2SBI/AAAAAAAAADk/iX6gL6c4diI/s1600-h/Maidenscurse4849a5467b505c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SE7H3av2SBI/AAAAAAAAADk/iX6gL6c4diI/s320/Maidenscurse4849a5467b505c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210321573800986642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   It took a little while but with the help of a few friends we figured out what specific aspect we thought of when we saw this image. "Innocence".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She doesn't seem to have another care in the world other than to leisurely run her fingers through the dirt. Ah, the joys of being a child. Therefore innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  My brother is home from Utah where he was serving the Air force. He is currently on leave before he ships out for a new assignment in Japan and wanted to do something special for our Father's Birthday.   He went and got some steaks for everyone and was grilling steaks while the kids were playing in the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  This is a Picture of my daughter Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  I was talking to my brother and happened to look over and catch her playing in the dirt.  Lucky for my I tend to keep my camera on hand as often as I possibly can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was able to stealthily snap this picture before she looked up and noticed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-67255138438243378?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/67255138438243378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=67255138438243378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/67255138438243378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/67255138438243378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SE7H3av2SBI/AAAAAAAAADk/iX6gL6c4diI/s72-c/Maidenscurse4849a5467b505c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-4701577903702280255</id><published>2008-06-05T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:54:18.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg28/Maidenshope/2008_0417029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 229px;" src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg28/Maidenshope/2008_0417029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love taking pictures of my children.   Why?  Because they are so innocent.  I love to catch them unaware with my camera.  My children pose for the camera, if they see me with my camera out they will squeal with joy and start making demands: "Mommy! Take a picture of me like this!!" Or "Mommy! Take a picture Of this Bug!!!"&lt;br /&gt;And often I will oblige them, Because it makes them happy.  However as often as I can I try my hardest  not to let them see me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f365/Maidenscurse/2008_0331mechkids0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 167px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f365/Maidenscurse/2008_0331mechkids0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that their posed pictures are adorable, but there is more emotion in a natural "I don't know mommy is looking" setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I really enjoy getting pictures of Children when they are at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; happiest or doing something they enjoy. Or when they are experimenting, learning and thriving in the environments they love best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-4701577903702280255?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4701577903702280255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=4701577903702280255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/4701577903702280255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/4701577903702280255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-children.html' title='My Children'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2656687494263155979.post-1193522754144617043</id><published>2008-06-04T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:44:46.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erynne'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hi! My name is Erynne and I am an aspiring photographer. I would like to use this blog to share my creativity with others and also aquireother peoples opinions and creative criticism of my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2656687494263155979-1193522754144617043?l=erynnenmyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1193522754144617043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2656687494263155979&amp;postID=1193522754144617043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/1193522754144617043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2656687494263155979/posts/default/1193522754144617043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erynnenmyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Erynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097277688279055748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R1DyrtRefLM/SEcaEM5OwUI/AAAAAAAAACE/RR2x4foAxKQ/S220/2008_04301012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
