<?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-8992471462283442428</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:43:09.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley B Photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-7456657497023052457</id><published>2009-04-03T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:12:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sdbqlo0ptOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GNtffgOoNOw/s1600-h/DSC_2028_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sdbqlo0ptOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GNtffgOoNOw/s400/DSC_2028_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320697942119134434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My vision for this particular shooting was to photograph a mass of people getting off the train in Worcester.  While I was waiting for the train to arrive I started photographing the people waiting to get on the train.  I found it interesting as soon as they could see the train coming they all stood completely still, just following the train with their eyes.  I enjoy the balance of the mostly motionless silhouetted people against the motion of the train. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-7456657497023052457?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7456657497023052457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/stand-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/7456657497023052457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/7456657497023052457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/stand-still.html' title='Stand Still'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sdbqlo0ptOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GNtffgOoNOw/s72-c/DSC_2028_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-7546517074700174336</id><published>2009-04-03T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:04:21.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Catching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SdbpYSelfGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Dv3ht2twqGI/s1600-h/DSC_1871_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SdbpYSelfGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Dv3ht2twqGI/s400/DSC_1871_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320696613271075938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my second attempt to take the perfect train picture that day. On my first attempt I missed the train, on my second I had looked up the wrong times, so the train was actually already there waiting, when I really was hoping for people to be getting off.  Fortunately, right before the train and I left, I saw one man running to catch it.  It was perfect.  While I did go back to the station another time that day, I still had something I was happy with. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-7546517074700174336?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7546517074700174336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/train-catching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/7546517074700174336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/7546517074700174336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/train-catching.html' title='Train Catching'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SdbpYSelfGI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Dv3ht2twqGI/s72-c/DSC_1871_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-9191415978525567515</id><published>2009-03-15T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:08:04.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sb55XHds5zI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SovyWuX6CCw/s1600-h/DSC_1674j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sb55XHds5zI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SovyWuX6CCw/s400/DSC_1674j.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313818048391341874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a long day of traveling I sat at a table in South Station waiting for my train to bring me back to Worcester.  I had nothing to do but take pictures for the next two hours.  But it seemed everyone around me was rushing from one location to the next.  I felt I was just sitting amongst a blur of people. No greetings were exchanged, just fast paced walking to catch the next cab.  I wanted to capture the way I felt at that moment, which was an outside observer that watched time fly past her. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-9191415978525567515?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/9191415978525567515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/blur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/9191415978525567515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/9191415978525567515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/blur.html' title='Blur'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sb55XHds5zI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SovyWuX6CCw/s72-c/DSC_1674j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-6164835281653150372</id><published>2009-03-15T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:09:30.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Bibles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sb55sU9lT7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/5p_3iHVN6O0/s1600-h/DSC_1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sb55sU9lT7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/5p_3iHVN6O0/s400/DSC_1386.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313818412791975858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over spring break my grandparents thought it would be interesting to take me to bike week in Daytona.  It was most certainly an experience.  There were thousands of motorcyclists lining the streets.  The sounds of accelerating engines filled the air.  So many people were on the sidewalk that I could hardly stop to take a picture before someone would bump into me, or walk across my photo.  Many people were drunk, and many women with little clothes on, some were on tables. It was chaos.  Then I saw this man.  Humbly sitting on his bike handing out free bibles.  It seemed so strange to me in the given context.  I tried to take a picture conveying the surreal emotion I felt when I experienced this encounter first hand.  To me, this is very strange and beautiful.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-6164835281653150372?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6164835281653150372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-bibles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/6164835281653150372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/6164835281653150372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-bibles.html' title='Free Bibles'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/Sb55sU9lT7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/5p_3iHVN6O0/s72-c/DSC_1386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-7931134917169721758</id><published>2009-03-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:14:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SbJ_vSrPo4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fw94Xueb6dM/s1600-h/DSC_1315+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SbJ_vSrPo4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fw94Xueb6dM/s400/DSC_1315+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310447361067033474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was driving up by Worcester airport and I was interested in the sides of the road.  There were rows and rows of trees and branches that had fallen from the previous ice storm. As I continued driving I saw these four trees.  All of them were dilapidated in some way.  Some just had lost a few branches, while one of them had about split in half.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-7931134917169721758?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7931134917169721758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/fallen-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/7931134917169721758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/7931134917169721758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/fallen-trees.html' title='Fallen Trees'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SbJ_vSrPo4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fw94Xueb6dM/s72-c/DSC_1315+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-2903687037916696941</id><published>2009-03-07T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:07:08.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SbJ-BfJT4rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fhWg-MCuAis/s1600-h/DSC_1497+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SbJ-BfJT4rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fhWg-MCuAis/s400/DSC_1497+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310445474628756146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Shrewsbury Street there is a store dedicated to selling lamps of all shapes and sizes.  At night the owner kept the lights on so the store lit up like a christmas tree.  I was drawn to it like a fly.  I knew I wanted to take a picture, but I wasn't sure at what angle.  There were so many lamps and so much going on.   I was drawn to the mirror because you could see the road behind you.  I was attracted to this particular view because it involved so many layers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-2903687037916696941?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2903687037916696941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/2903687037916696941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/2903687037916696941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/03/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SbJ-BfJT4rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fhWg-MCuAis/s72-c/DSC_1497+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-2315201469302919106</id><published>2009-02-25T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:58:36.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaWvKpviW1I/AAAAAAAAAq8/UndgdOYhK98/s1600-h/DSC_1457+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840333464787794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaWvKpviW1I/AAAAAAAAAq8/UndgdOYhK98/s400/DSC_1457+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around Worcester at about 10 p.m.  I was quickly amazed with how quiet the downtown area was at this time.  During the day I would never be able to photograph this gas station without a constant flow of cars and trucks coming and leaving.  I was moved by the stillness of the bottom level in comparison to the movement of vehicles on the highway overhead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-2315201469302919106?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2315201469302919106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/gas-station.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/2315201469302919106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/2315201469302919106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/gas-station.html' title='Gas Station'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaWvKpviW1I/AAAAAAAAAq8/UndgdOYhK98/s72-c/DSC_1457+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-1187606517922312061</id><published>2009-02-22T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:14:33.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGVE-zhKyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HuQ2TiBpKfI/s1600-h/DSC_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGVE-zhKyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HuQ2TiBpKfI/s400/DSC_1229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305685748830251810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This road caught my attention because of the depth and the symmetry.  There are so many lines.  The buildings lining the hill, the flag, and the sign are the vertical lines, and they are connected by the lower and upper cross walk, which are some of the horizontal lines.  I was glad I had a wide angle because I caught my eye looking up and down, close and far, all at the same time.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-1187606517922312061?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1187606517922312061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/1187606517922312061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/1187606517922312061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-lines.html' title='City Lines'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGVE-zhKyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/HuQ2TiBpKfI/s72-c/DSC_1229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-5442309552051664891</id><published>2009-02-22T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:09:30.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGUHnanR7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/JMeBMPF6xZA/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGUHnanR7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/JMeBMPF6xZA/s400/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305684694579759026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture when I was in Estonia.  We went to go visit an old historic castle.  The reflections of the trees are in the mote of the castle.  I was more interested in the reflection of the trees in the water than in the castle itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8992471462283442428-5442309552051664891?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5442309552051664891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/5442309552051664891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/5442309552051664891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGUHnanR7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/JMeBMPF6xZA/s72-c/DSC_0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-3552672959346236574</id><published>2009-02-22T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:56:42.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGOPhSWXGI/AAAAAAAAApw/JuUMmjMR8eo/s1600-h/_MG_6314+copy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGOPhSWXGI/AAAAAAAAApw/JuUMmjMR8eo/s400/_MG_6314+copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678233303669858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was walking around in downtown Worcester I wanted to take a picture that reflected city life.  Not to make a a pun, but I thought what better way to express the city feeling, then to reflect buildings in buildings. Through reflections you are able to see both sides of building lined streets in one picture.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-3552672959346236574?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3552672959346236574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/3552672959346236574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/3552672959346236574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-reflections.html' title='City Reflections'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGOPhSWXGI/AAAAAAAAApw/JuUMmjMR8eo/s72-c/_MG_6314+copy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992471462283442428.post-207799567067251521</id><published>2009-02-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:52:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGMOVsrhlI/AAAAAAAAApo/lZwNhDl0mFk/s1600-h/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGMOVsrhlI/AAAAAAAAApo/lZwNhDl0mFk/s400/DSC_0120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305676013989758546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had just spent several hours in the car driving from Connecticut to Massachusetts, to pick up a friend at Logan airport, and back again.  I was exhausted from all the traffic, and was so relieved to finally turn on to my street.  Just as I came around the bend I saw this beautiful sunset. Despite the drowsiness, and the warmth of my car, I ventured out into the cold.  I needed a picture of this.  The sun and its rays skipped across the ice covered rocks.  I was in love with the contradictory elements.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGMAx1afGI/AAAAAAAAApg/7Pv22V5eN44/s1600-h/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992471462283442428-207799567067251521?l=ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/207799567067251521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-just-spent-several-hours-in-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/207799567067251521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992471462283442428/posts/default/207799567067251521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyblauphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-just-spent-several-hours-in-car.html' title='Winter Sunset'/><author><name>ashleyblau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14917017061334057248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaG0scFnx7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/EX4ynz_C_tk/S220/n1085460360_30250716_1801.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUSFemqtPAk/SaGMOVsrhlI/AAAAAAAAApo/lZwNhDl0mFk/s72-c/DSC_0120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
