<?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-630811295953143491</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:11:16.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Michelle's Lens</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking at life through my camera lens; my experiences, my passions, and my community.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-8893339919234409446</id><published>2010-09-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:21:29.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living History in Clay Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/TKKwLtTnMNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9lL0E3WbS7A/s1600/109b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522169808296554706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/TKKwLtTnMNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9lL0E3WbS7A/s400/109b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year in October, the Republican Valley Pioneer Festival is held.  This picture is from that event.  This young man is a re-enactor from a civil war camp.  The festival is held at the Clay County, KS Fairgrounds in Clay Center, KS.  Maybe you can join us!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-8893339919234409446?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/8893339919234409446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=8893339919234409446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8893339919234409446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8893339919234409446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2010/09/living-history-in-clay-center.html' title='Living History in Clay Center'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/TKKwLtTnMNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9lL0E3WbS7A/s72-c/109b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3904036762128598397</id><published>2010-02-20T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:34:08.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BjNdflriI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sYzJ89Zk0X8/s1600-h/lamp+post+adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440457432770129442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BjNdflriI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sYzJ89Zk0X8/s400/lamp+post+adj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, it isn't Narnia...it is the Clay Center Town Square in the springtime!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3904036762128598397?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3904036762128598397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3904036762128598397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3904036762128598397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3904036762128598397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2010/02/narnia.html' title='Narnia??'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BjNdflriI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sYzJ89Zk0X8/s72-c/lamp+post+adj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5157300988616406294</id><published>2010-02-20T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:26:36.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shooting star or a con-trail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BgauJAuxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7nL_vfDUqjA/s1600-h/kcly+geary+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440454362042252050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BgauJAuxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7nL_vfDUqjA/s400/kcly+geary+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night I took this picture, there was an active meteor shower.  I was not looking for meteors though...I was just taking a picture of my friends' sign.  When I got home, this light was on it......what do you think?  Meteor or condensation trail from a plane?&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-5157300988616406294?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5157300988616406294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5157300988616406294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5157300988616406294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5157300988616406294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2010/02/shooting-star-or-con-trail.html' title='A shooting star or a con-trail?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BgauJAuxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7nL_vfDUqjA/s72-c/kcly+geary+095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1935312819788871842</id><published>2010-02-20T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:18:31.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever seen a baby Pheasant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BfIKV8-nI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_DNE_7nmwfY/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440452943683582578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BfIKV8-nI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_DNE_7nmwfY/s400/086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pheasant Farm near us allowed me to come in when the birds were first hatched, whata rare treat!  Imagine these little guys and a thousand of their closest friends, it was an awesome sight.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-1935312819788871842?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1935312819788871842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1935312819788871842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1935312819788871842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1935312819788871842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2010/02/ever-seen-baby-pheasant.html' title='Ever seen a baby Pheasant?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BfIKV8-nI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_DNE_7nmwfY/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-556992978194426158</id><published>2010-02-20T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:14:24.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there such a thing as a pretty pig?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BdxvdGKEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DBE1kP_I0sU/s1600-h/032+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440451458997037122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BdxvdGKEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DBE1kP_I0sU/s400/032+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By now this pretty pig has served America well, as a Christmas Ham, Breakfast Bacon and maybe even a Pork Tenderloin dinner.  Before that though, he posed with the sun shining through the window.  Maybe I am weird, but I think it is a pretty pig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-556992978194426158?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/556992978194426158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=556992978194426158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/556992978194426158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/556992978194426158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-there-such-thing-as-pretty-pig.html' title='Is there such a thing as a pretty pig?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BdxvdGKEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/DBE1kP_I0sU/s72-c/032+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1157622148304648763</id><published>2010-02-20T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:08:08.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BcWmMrMnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5zss1MN3J4g/s1600-h/043adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440449893144146546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BcWmMrMnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5zss1MN3J4g/s400/043adj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I adore the look of this photo.  My granddaughter found my shoes!  The little tutu is one of her favorite play dress up items.  Does this look like a Christmas Card?&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-1157622148304648763?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1157622148304648763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1157622148304648763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1157622148304648763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1157622148304648763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonder-of-christmas.html' title='The wonder of Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/S4BcWmMrMnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5zss1MN3J4g/s72-c/043adj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3117921202716107830</id><published>2009-10-04T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:40:05.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a lucky shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ssk-5fWqPXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rznaSuEOzzY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388907586515516786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ssk-5fWqPXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rznaSuEOzzY/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul and I were out at the Jamestown Wetland area in North Central Kansas and we heard what we thought was an Eagle, but upon closer inspection, we saw a Hawk. I was only looking at it through the 300 mm lens and thought, well, I will snap! I am amazed how cool this looks!   Double click on it and you can see it much larger!&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/630811295953143491-3117921202716107830?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3117921202716107830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3117921202716107830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3117921202716107830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3117921202716107830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-lucky-shot.html' title='Just a lucky shot'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ssk-5fWqPXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rznaSuEOzzY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4575077277618065601</id><published>2009-07-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:45:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showdown at the County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Smy_Gz6M96I/AAAAAAAAATk/yaSmQc9hQUY/s1600-h/142b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362871380025866146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Smy_Gz6M96I/AAAAAAAAATk/yaSmQc9hQUY/s400/142b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "This Town aint big enough for the both of us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These two mean hombres met in the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the one on the right marking off paces for the duel at High Noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Smy-RK1Jo8I/AAAAAAAAATc/Q8xDYXurHUA/s1600-h/139b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362870458465756098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Smy-RK1Jo8I/AAAAAAAAATc/Q8xDYXurHUA/s400/139b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SmsvoOy5CFI/AAAAAAAAATE/l9kAzFwFrvk/s1600-h/139a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he stops, lifts his shirt and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Just don't aim anywhere in this area -that's where my vital organs are"&lt;br /&gt;The other fella agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SmsvntXPi6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ql5S-NSKXu4/s1600-h/152a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362432140553194402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SmsvntXPi6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ql5S-NSKXu4/s400/152a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the great duel, the two posed for these last couple of photos, just to show us how big, bad and mean they really were. I'd say the fella in the green shirt won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SmsvndYHHcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eLmHYwFwJeg/s1600-h/150a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362432136261868994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SmsvndYHHcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eLmHYwFwJeg/s400/150a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh wait, that's not mean-ness, that's a smile! Oh, I'm sorry, wrong story, these guys were on their way to the Rodeo!! I guess I got a little carried away! Fair week does that to a photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4575077277618065601?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4575077277618065601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4575077277618065601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4575077277618065601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4575077277618065601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/07/showdown-at-county-fair.html' title='Showdown at the County Fair'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Smy_Gz6M96I/AAAAAAAAATk/yaSmQc9hQUY/s72-c/142b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1320928133228920005</id><published>2009-03-06T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:16:48.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Golden Pond???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHmLHypPpI/AAAAAAAAASM/57WoyJBfRrI/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310278514390941330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHmLHypPpI/AAAAAAAAASM/57WoyJBfRrI/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK...so Jamie and I go out to scope out scenery to take pictures of.  For me, it is great company, for Jamie, it is a nice change from her daily routine of Portraiture.  We shoot several pictures of a barn ready to fall over (see below) and then we see this pretty pond.  As I am taking pictures, I see something very large moving in the distance, and I mean LARGE, but it took me a second to realize it was a front end loader with it's scoop raised all the way up working in the field behind this pond.  But it was so funny to see the peacefulness of this pond at sunset interrupted by a large piece of construction equipment.  Jamie teased me that it was the Loch Ness Monster.  When he was gone, I took this picture.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-1320928133228920005?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1320928133228920005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1320928133228920005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1320928133228920005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1320928133228920005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-golden-pond.html' title='On Golden Pond???'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHmLHypPpI/AAAAAAAAASM/57WoyJBfRrI/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3080887852599978023</id><published>2009-03-06T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:11:38.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pond ripples in the sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHlVndWAYI/AAAAAAAAASE/bqGtSgiBXQw/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310277595178598786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHlVndWAYI/AAAAAAAAASE/bqGtSgiBXQw/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, you've seen one sunset, you've seen them all.......but I never tire of them. This pond was around the corner from the barn where Jamie and I went to take photos.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3080887852599978023?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3080887852599978023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3080887852599978023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3080887852599978023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3080887852599978023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/03/pond-ripples-in-sunset.html' title='A pond ripples in the sunset'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHlVndWAYI/AAAAAAAAASE/bqGtSgiBXQw/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5795984498569145986</id><published>2009-03-06T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:07:08.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind-battered barn has seen better days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHkMmKk0VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/GiDudAdZL3g/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310276340700991826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHkMmKk0VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/GiDudAdZL3g/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie and I got "caught" on this property taking pictures, but we got out in time before  getting in trouble.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-5795984498569145986?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5795984498569145986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5795984498569145986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5795984498569145986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5795984498569145986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/03/wind-battered-barn-has-seen-better-days.html' title='Wind-battered barn has seen better days'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHkMmKk0VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/GiDudAdZL3g/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3328397603930577360</id><published>2009-03-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:58:41.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will that barn fall over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHiEn-qQQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GAzcdbsLx1k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310274004725678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHiEn-qQQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GAzcdbsLx1k/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fellow photographer Jamie Bloom and I went on a little photo-excursion tonight.  I told her, "let's find some neat structures" to take pictures of.  This barn wanted one last photo of itself before it falls over.  By the sound of the occasional creeking, I would not be surprised if it were no longer standing next time we go there.  The funny thing is to see that ladder up to the hay mow.  Who would want to trust climbing in?&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3328397603930577360?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3328397603930577360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3328397603930577360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3328397603930577360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3328397603930577360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-that-barn-fall-over.html' title='Will that barn fall over?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHiEn-qQQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GAzcdbsLx1k/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-8118497264383466709</id><published>2009-03-04T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:49:52.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ad, latest revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHgq4uUw-I/AAAAAAAAARs/CIYeKJ207q0/s1600-h/County+ad7+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310272463032337378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHgq4uUw-I/AAAAAAAAARs/CIYeKJ207q0/s400/County+ad7+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Sa8YHAr5GEI/AAAAAAAAARk/Pd-7ZobJ4bQ/s1600-h/County+ad7+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the latest revision of the County Ad. It is looking really neat with some additions a member of the committee suggested. I LOVE the big KANSAS word with "Clay County" pasted on it....that came from the Son-in-Law of one of the committee members. Very talented man. That same committee member suggested we add the races photo....those kinds of things really attract people...the Ad shows a lot of the variety that we have to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-8118497264383466709?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/8118497264383466709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=8118497264383466709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8118497264383466709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8118497264383466709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-ad-latest-revision.html' title='Same Ad, latest revision'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SbHgq4uUw-I/AAAAAAAAARs/CIYeKJ207q0/s72-c/County+ad7+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-6251242216048040009</id><published>2009-03-01T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:20:39.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got a place for YOU in my County!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SaslH5VOfXI/AAAAAAAAARc/DdqacNtvVMI/s1600-h/County+ad6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308377403365424498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SaslH5VOfXI/AAAAAAAAARc/DdqacNtvVMI/s400/County+ad6+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just a sample of something I am working on for the County I live in.  If they like it, they may use it.  As you can tell by my blog, I love Kansas.  Does this make you want to check it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-6251242216048040009?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/6251242216048040009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=6251242216048040009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6251242216048040009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6251242216048040009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/03/weve-got-place-for-you-in-my-county.html' title='We&apos;ve got a place for YOU in my County!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SaslH5VOfXI/AAAAAAAAARc/DdqacNtvVMI/s72-c/County+ad6+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4400800575562987521</id><published>2009-02-07T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:47:25.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad and Daughter - Teamwork!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY4dUP2gIDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6YCPPnf-nLg/s1600-h/IMG_9673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300206045151371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY4dUP2gIDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6YCPPnf-nLg/s400/IMG_9673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If a fella is looking for a good woman, find one that, while she was growing up, helped her Daddy on the farm! This girl and her sister were clearly a big help to their Dad the day we visited their farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-4400800575562987521?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4400800575562987521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4400800575562987521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4400800575562987521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4400800575562987521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/02/dad-and-daughter-teamwork.html' title='Dad and Daughter - Teamwork!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY4dUP2gIDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6YCPPnf-nLg/s72-c/IMG_9673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5410314488650769333</id><published>2009-02-07T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:48:04.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little cuties-down on the farm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY457GBIssI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/skMqOgs_YEA/s1600-h/IMG_9712_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300237498852094658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY457GBIssI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/skMqOgs_YEA/s400/IMG_9712_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These little ones bear a striking resemblance to their mother and to one another.....gee you can not tell if I am talking about the lambs or the girls!! Actually, BOTH. These cuties (the human ones) are the daughters of one of my co-workers. They were gracious enough to let Paul and I come out and watch them take care of the (lamb) babies on this day. The (human) girls really do look a lot like their mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-5410314488650769333?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5410314488650769333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5410314488650769333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5410314488650769333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5410314488650769333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-cuties-down-on-farm.html' title='Little cuties-down on the farm!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY457GBIssI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/skMqOgs_YEA/s72-c/IMG_9712_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3794577448251216540</id><published>2009-02-07T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:34:23.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past gives way to the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY4ZGA3IpHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ObxUEUOkOwI/s1600-h/IMG_9753_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300201402562815090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY4ZGA3IpHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ObxUEUOkOwI/s400/IMG_9753_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The windmill on the right is dwarfed by it's new, mighty, modern, cousin.  In fact, it has lost it's blades somewhere along the path of history.  This turbine can be found in Cloud County, KS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paul and I had a teriffic day .... after visiting a farm full of newborn lambs, we then did some work for the Storm Spotters ham radio network in this area.  We traveled a lot of country roads, marking the highest, best viewing sites in Clay County for where a spotter can go in severe weather to aid the weather service, local responders and our radio station in spotting.  Then we kept heading West to see the recently built Wind Farms.  Very cool!! (no pun intended!) &lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3794577448251216540?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3794577448251216540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3794577448251216540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3794577448251216540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3794577448251216540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-gives-way-to-future.html' title='The past gives way to the future'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SY4ZGA3IpHI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ObxUEUOkOwI/s72-c/IMG_9753_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-6930977512837490788</id><published>2009-02-04T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:17:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A farm long gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpaAEPtCmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u39ZSvlo_DI/s1600-h/old+bldg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146868740917858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpaAEPtCmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u39ZSvlo_DI/s400/old+bldg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This old building has seen better times, but that old limestone has withstood the test of time!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-6930977512837490788?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/6930977512837490788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=6930977512837490788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6930977512837490788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6930977512837490788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/02/farm-long-gone.html' title='A farm long gone'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpaAEPtCmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u39ZSvlo_DI/s72-c/old+bldg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-9033141837724604957</id><published>2009-02-04T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:15:00.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking into the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpZa00gakI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xuDhtVQldaw/s1600-h/BW+Farm_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146228945152578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpZa00gakI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xuDhtVQldaw/s400/BW+Farm_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the old-film look to this photo.  Just having some fun with photography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-9033141837724604957?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/9033141837724604957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=9033141837724604957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/9033141837724604957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/9033141837724604957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-into-past.html' title='Looking into the past'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpZa00gakI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xuDhtVQldaw/s72-c/BW+Farm_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4382009810317669130</id><published>2009-02-04T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:07:50.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it obvious???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpFIwl4BwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eFgUrjVTbaI/s1600-h/dirt+adj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299123928339842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpFIwl4BwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eFgUrjVTbaI/s400/dirt+adj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a group here in Kansas whose mantra is "Dare to do Dirt". I have chosen it for myself, as well. On this particular day David and I dared to do dirt and went exploring...thought this sign was pretty neat. I love to take my camera out and just enjoy the scenery, find interesting out-of-the-way places, buildings and landscapes. I will tell you a secret, this photo is enhanced using Photoshop Elements 7. I am enjoying getting to know that program. Paul bought it for me as a Valentine gift!&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/630811295953143491-4382009810317669130?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4382009810317669130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4382009810317669130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4382009810317669130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4382009810317669130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/02/isnt-that-obvious.html' title='Isn&apos;t it obvious???'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SYpFIwl4BwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eFgUrjVTbaI/s72-c/dirt+adj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4030279519701027350</id><published>2009-01-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:24:30.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Christmas surprises await.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfXtDCPK7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/IIZ9Z3wPXwI/s1600-h/IMG_8947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937055906081714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfXtDCPK7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/IIZ9Z3wPXwI/s400/IMG_8947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a real joy to have our grandchild with us (and her mommy and daddy) at Christmas!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4030279519701027350?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4030279519701027350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4030279519701027350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4030279519701027350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4030279519701027350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-christmas-surprises-await.html' title='What Christmas surprises await.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfXtDCPK7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/IIZ9Z3wPXwI/s72-c/IMG_8947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3304131813218647089</id><published>2009-01-21T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:13:45.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A still summer night on the Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfVz8Ym7HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R9qJC8EOdo4/s1600-h/open+mic+and+konza+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293934975356693618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfVz8Ym7HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R9qJC8EOdo4/s400/open+mic+and+konza+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK....I think I should have used a different White Balance setting here, but you've got to hand it to me on this image.....1600 ISO, 1/5 of a second -hand held!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah Baby!!!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3304131813218647089?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3304131813218647089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3304131813218647089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3304131813218647089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3304131813218647089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-summer-night-on-square.html' title='A still summer night on the Square'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfVz8Ym7HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/R9qJC8EOdo4/s72-c/open+mic+and+konza+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1465639382213480164</id><published>2009-01-21T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:07:09.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple message!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfUE2_QD1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4lZ9bR2GvKk/s1600-h/may+9+2008+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293933066942680914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfUE2_QD1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4lZ9bR2GvKk/s400/may+9+2008+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just LOVE country life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see these "signs" all over the place, but not to worry, there is plenty of public walk-in hunting land all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-1465639382213480164?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1465639382213480164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1465639382213480164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1465639382213480164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1465639382213480164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-message.html' title='A simple message!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfUE2_QD1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4lZ9bR2GvKk/s72-c/may+9+2008+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-8486112458989357656</id><published>2009-01-21T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:59:01.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck is that horse doing???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfQ0joB5RI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UmrlpMmUt6A/s1600-h/rodeo+%26more+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293929488332219666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfQ0joB5RI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UmrlpMmUt6A/s400/rodeo+%26more+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this rodeo, we were all surprised to see that this horse was clearly not wanting to be rode. He wanted OUT OF THERE! Notice the look on the man's face!!!  (hint...click on the picture and it will enlarge so you can get the full effect)&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/630811295953143491-8486112458989357656?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/8486112458989357656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=8486112458989357656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8486112458989357656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8486112458989357656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-heck-is-that-horse-doing.html' title='What the heck is that horse doing???'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfQ0joB5RI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UmrlpMmUt6A/s72-c/rodeo+%26more+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4359451929672815855</id><published>2009-01-21T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:48:04.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A strolling minstrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfP3_RRKMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wbFPTq4yVM8/s1600-h/johnny+076bwvig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293928447780923586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfP3_RRKMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wbFPTq4yVM8/s400/johnny+076bwvig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This young man asked me to do his senior photos.  I thought this one was kind of cool.  It is not the one you would post in your yearbook, but I like the solitary feel of it.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4359451929672815855?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4359451929672815855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4359451929672815855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4359451929672815855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4359451929672815855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/strolling-minstrel.html' title='A strolling minstrel'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfP3_RRKMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wbFPTq4yVM8/s72-c/johnny+076bwvig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1188413351775801013</id><published>2009-01-21T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:42:45.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love that endures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfOHs9SxKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WFcq5zTBsdA/s1600-h/Ben+and+Margaret+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293926518719956130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfOHs9SxKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WFcq5zTBsdA/s400/Ben+and+Margaret+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I normally do not put pictures of people on my blog, but I think I will start doing it more often.  Especially when the people in the community I live in have a bit of a story.  In the case of this couple, she lives in a nursing home because he can not care for her totally himself.  But every day he is able, he goes tp pick her up and bring her home for a visit...which is almost every day.  It is not a short drive.  And as he makes that drive he checks in with his fellow Ham Radio Operators who know his route and his routine.  They look out for him, and he looks out for her. &lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-1188413351775801013?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1188413351775801013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1188413351775801013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1188413351775801013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1188413351775801013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-that-endures.html' title='A Love that endures'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfOHs9SxKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WFcq5zTBsdA/s72-c/Ben+and+Margaret+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5125045565853595700</id><published>2009-01-21T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:36:26.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, where you can find it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfNAZajIxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LoTzWoBfmqA/s1600-h/thru+apr+24+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293925293703242514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfNAZajIxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LoTzWoBfmqA/s400/thru+apr+24+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the work I do in my day job can have some stressful moments, it cannot be said of me that I live a highly stressful life.  That may be because I find peace as often as possible.  Very often I find it peering through my camera lens.  I found it in this photo while driving some backroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-5125045565853595700?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5125045565853595700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5125045565853595700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5125045565853595700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5125045565853595700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace-where-you-can-find-it.html' title='Peace, where you can find it'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SXfNAZajIxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LoTzWoBfmqA/s72-c/thru+apr+24+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4991265839410067742</id><published>2008-10-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:52:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pheasant under glass.....well, not yet anyway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgc2_WEVPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WOA7ArH4jlo/s1600-h/pheasant+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253480696370189554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgc2_WEVPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WOA7ArH4jlo/s400/pheasant+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pheasant was raised at a game farm near our home in Kansas.  See the little blinder stapled to his nose?  When they are babies, they put those on, so keep them from killing one another.  Well, the day I visited this particular pheasant and a few hundred of his friends, they were the "chosen ones" to be crated up, as you see here, and taken elsewhere to be placed in a field eventually, and given a sporting chance for a hunt.  So....Pheasant under glass??? - maybe!!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4991265839410067742?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4991265839410067742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4991265839410067742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4991265839410067742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4991265839410067742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/10/pheasant-under-glasswell-not-yet-anyway.html' title='Pheasant under glass.....well, not yet anyway!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgc2_WEVPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WOA7ArH4jlo/s72-c/pheasant+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3709620461541545331</id><published>2008-10-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:36:59.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo bird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgZuyh8VzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EgBexWVS3uE/s1600-h/pheasant+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253477256956499762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgZuyh8VzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EgBexWVS3uE/s400/pheasant+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving the pheasants from one end of the outdoor pen to the other...and then into the barn!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3709620461541545331?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3709620461541545331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3709620461541545331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3709620461541545331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3709620461541545331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoo-bird.html' title='Shoo bird!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgZuyh8VzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EgBexWVS3uE/s72-c/pheasant+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5438738039686103739</id><published>2008-10-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:31:37.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't upset the pheasants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgYUE_rUiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cZS0K9HiUBI/s1600-h/pheasant+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253475698544955938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgYUE_rUiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cZS0K9HiUBI/s400/pheasant+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the owner of the pheasant farm and his help drove the birds to one end of the pen, from time to time, they would get a bit excited, this was one of those times.  Feathers and dirt flying like crazy, squaking and wings flopping...what a site to see and quite the sound to hear as well!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-5438738039686103739?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5438738039686103739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5438738039686103739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5438738039686103739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5438738039686103739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-upset-pheasants.html' title='Don&apos;t upset the pheasants!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgYUE_rUiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cZS0K9HiUBI/s72-c/pheasant+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1123266126454673249</id><published>2008-10-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:24:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching pheasants for the hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgWbeqbcmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KQT54ZGGg2E/s1600-h/pheasant+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253473626670985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgWbeqbcmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KQT54ZGGg2E/s400/pheasant+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This young man is in the barn at the pheasant farm near us.  He is assisting the owner by helping catch pheasants that will then be packed in crates and taken out for a hunt.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-1123266126454673249?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1123266126454673249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1123266126454673249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1123266126454673249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1123266126454673249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-pheasants-for-hunt.html' title='Catching pheasants for the hunt'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOgWbeqbcmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KQT54ZGGg2E/s72-c/pheasant+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-8137155934956006535</id><published>2008-10-04T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:11:35.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pheasant awaiting sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOf3kgPCRLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/veMmt3QTxRY/s1600-h/pheasant+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253439696851322034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOf3kgPCRLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/veMmt3QTxRY/s400/pheasant+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This female pheasant awaits the sunrise at a local game farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this particular enclosure were some of the younger birds.  I did not get up there in the spring to take pictures like I wanted to so I did not get to see any babies this year, maybe next spring!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-8137155934956006535?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/8137155934956006535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=8137155934956006535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8137155934956006535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8137155934956006535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/10/pheasant-awaiting-sunrise.html' title='Pheasant awaiting sunrise'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOf3kgPCRLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/veMmt3QTxRY/s72-c/pheasant+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1274135802103493033</id><published>2008-09-30T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:46:40.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A distant look over the Konza Prairie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOK5jo3zLFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OyYKYc5o_fg/s1600-h/open+mic+and+konza+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251964137385438290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOK5jo3zLFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OyYKYc5o_fg/s400/open+mic+and+konza+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the post below for more information on the Konza Prairie.  This view shows the vast grasslands that makeup this beautiful section of the Flint Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-1274135802103493033?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1274135802103493033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1274135802103493033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1274135802103493033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1274135802103493033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/09/distant-look-over-konza-prairie.html' title='A distant look over the Konza Prairie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOK5jo3zLFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OyYKYc5o_fg/s72-c/open+mic+and+konza+113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5043686161012401213</id><published>2008-09-30T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:17:24.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Konza Prairie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOJr375I8PI/AAAAAAAAANk/jqlLMUE-MRw/s1600-h/open+mic+and+konza+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251878724181750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOJr375I8PI/AAAAAAAAANk/jqlLMUE-MRw/s400/open+mic+and+konza+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Konza Prairie is an 8600 acre preserve of natural grasses and other vegetation that is managed by Kansas State University.  My son David and I went there recently for their "Open House".  We learned that "Konza" is simply another way of saying "Kansa" which were the native Americans the State was named for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also learned that the Konza is burned at varying intervals, some fields every year, some every 5 or even 20 years to monitor growth and learn about watersheds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of their fields are grazed by Bison, many are not.  They study that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of this for the sake of ranchers and farmers.  The research done at this Biological station is shared with those learning to manage lands, crops, animals and protect water sources.  It was a beautiful day on the prairie.  I do plan to go back, and although most of the Konza is closed to people most of the time, there is a hiking trail that is managed there as well.  The header on this page is also from the Konza Prairie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/630811295953143491-5043686161012401213?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5043686161012401213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5043686161012401213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5043686161012401213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5043686161012401213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/09/konza-prairie.html' title='The Konza Prairie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SOJr375I8PI/AAAAAAAAANk/jqlLMUE-MRw/s72-c/open+mic+and+konza+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3664122186043572278</id><published>2008-08-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:47:07.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Maverick" Sunflower?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SLl4g8rYiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/04rvTAXbVCk/s1600-h/sunflowers+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240352148861520674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SLl4g8rYiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/04rvTAXbVCk/s400/sunflowers+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kansas is known for Sunflowers...not just because it is such a pretty crop, but also because they grow wild here.  The wild ones are much smaller and have darker centers.  This one popped up along with his more tame cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The color in this photo is because of the more gentle EARLY morning light.  See the caption on the photo preceding this one.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3664122186043572278?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3664122186043572278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3664122186043572278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3664122186043572278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3664122186043572278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/08/maverick-sunflower.html' title='&quot;Maverick&quot; Sunflower?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SLl4g8rYiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/04rvTAXbVCk/s72-c/sunflowers+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3144346765031881841</id><published>2008-08-30T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:30:48.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What time do sunflowers wake up???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SLlx2TcGYRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ooIVs6IJa2g/s1600-h/sunflowers+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240344819167289618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SLlx2TcGYRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ooIVs6IJa2g/s400/sunflowers+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, those of you that know me, will not doubt the craziness of my attempts at the "perfect photo". Jim Richardson with National Geographic told me to take pictures, then take more pictures, and then take more pictures....then delete the ones you don't like, then delete some more. So that is what I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earlier this week, my friend Dee Dee told me I needed to see this field of Sunflowers and take some pictures. I told her I had been past it but all their little heads were facing West already as it was night. So I had this bright idea to get up VERY early Saturday....go out there and take a picture every few minutes and track their movements toward the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAS TOO LATE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure I could hear them laughing as I climbed out of the van, chuckling at the lateness of my arrival. They were all proudly facing the rising sun, so I pulled out my camera and went to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/630811295953143491-3144346765031881841?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3144346765031881841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3144346765031881841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3144346765031881841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3144346765031881841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-time-to-sunflowers-wake-up.html' title='What time do sunflowers wake up???'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SLlx2TcGYRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ooIVs6IJa2g/s72-c/sunflowers+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3443427752989985234</id><published>2008-08-20T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:11:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rock Town"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SKzM_hM6zBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y3215_uZgw8/s1600-h/mini-cation+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236785858341424146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SKzM_hM6zBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y3215_uZgw8/s400/mini-cation+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Rock Town, it is a spot alongside Wilson Lake that we hiked to.  The formation I am standing beneath are about 40 feet tall....I am in front of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather was wonderful.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3443427752989985234?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3443427752989985234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3443427752989985234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3443427752989985234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3443427752989985234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/08/rock-town.html' title='&quot;Rock Town&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SKzM_hM6zBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y3215_uZgw8/s72-c/mini-cation+139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-386568764681727021</id><published>2008-08-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:58:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A view from our cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SKzJ_w-ViBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FMZh-QABzBs/s1600-h/mini-cation+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236782564040345618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SKzJ_w-ViBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FMZh-QABzBs/s400/mini-cation+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a 4 day weekend recently and this was the view from our cabin, high atop a hill near Wilson Lake.  It was gorgeous.  We hiked 3 miles (in and out)  to a pretty spot by the lake too.  I was sure I could not make it...my husband said "Michelle, don't argue for your limitations", well I argued anyway, but I made it.  Kansas has been wonderful this summer....after the tornadoes that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-386568764681727021?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/386568764681727021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=386568764681727021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/386568764681727021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/386568764681727021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/08/view-from-our-cabin.html' title='A view from our cabin'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SKzJ_w-ViBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FMZh-QABzBs/s72-c/mini-cation+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-8394215743321429176</id><published>2008-06-24T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:37.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rose by any other name.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SGDTpoDWJWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NaX36u9ZTas/s1600-h/thru+june+8+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215401080574584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SGDTpoDWJWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NaX36u9ZTas/s400/thru+june+8+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This LOOKS like a rose, and maybe it is, but I came upon it in a hay field here in Kansas.  It was tiny, and NOT thorny.  It sure was pretty!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-8394215743321429176?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/8394215743321429176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=8394215743321429176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8394215743321429176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8394215743321429176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/06/rose-by-any-other-name.html' title='A rose by any other name.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SGDTpoDWJWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NaX36u9ZTas/s72-c/thru+june+8+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4603843467147693109</id><published>2008-05-27T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:38.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Rainbows, Twice the Money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDvoOt35RNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CovuvgQHWHY/s1600-h/thru+may+26+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205009133886588114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDvoOt35RNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CovuvgQHWHY/s400/thru+may+26+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can barely see the second rainbow forming above this bright one.  I did not know it would be so hard to photograph a rainbow.  This was a very bright one, but I had to take my "stops"  down to get it to reflect what it looked like in real life.  It was really much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-4603843467147693109?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4603843467147693109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4603843467147693109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4603843467147693109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4603843467147693109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-rainbows-twice-money.html' title='Two Rainbows, Twice the Money?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDvoOt35RNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CovuvgQHWHY/s72-c/thru+may+26+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1617755721645773348</id><published>2008-05-27T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:38.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a pot of gold to pay for a gallon of gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDvm2t35RMI/AAAAAAAAAII/aefIRahm4SQ/s1600-h/thru+may+26+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205007622058099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDvm2t35RMI/AAAAAAAAAII/aefIRahm4SQ/s400/thru+may+26+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never seen such an illuminated, bright rainbow as I saw last night!  I took photo after photo on different settings to try and find just the right one that would render exactly what we were seeing with human eyes.  This one came close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-1617755721645773348?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1617755721645773348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1617755721645773348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1617755721645773348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1617755721645773348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/looking-for-pot-of-gold-to-pay-for.html' title='Looking for a pot of gold to pay for a gallon of gas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDvm2t35RMI/AAAAAAAAAII/aefIRahm4SQ/s72-c/thru+may+26+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3226619581239373749</id><published>2008-05-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:38.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby owl at night!!  Hooooo! Spoooky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDo4zt35RLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LSfHGiEsYB4/s1600-h/owl+eyes+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204534780518548658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDo4zt35RLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LSfHGiEsYB4/s400/owl+eyes+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stuck around long enough to take this picture of one of the baby owls at night....I love this effect with his eyes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3226619581239373749?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3226619581239373749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3226619581239373749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3226619581239373749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3226619581239373749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-owl-at-night-hooooo-spoooky.html' title='Baby owl at night!!  Hooooo! Spoooky!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDo4zt35RLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LSfHGiEsYB4/s72-c/owl+eyes+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2536536300305414304</id><published>2008-05-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:39.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triplets all together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDo4FN35RKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ij_LM_J0Sw0/s1600-h/3+owls+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533981654631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDo4FN35RKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ij_LM_J0Sw0/s400/3+owls+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told my friend DeeDee I may name the mother owl after her....because they both had triplets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(actually the mama owl had a fourth, I found it dead at the Town Square several weeks ago.)&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2536536300305414304?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2536536300305414304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2536536300305414304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2536536300305414304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2536536300305414304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/triplets-all-together.html' title='The Triplets all together!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDo4FN35RKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ij_LM_J0Sw0/s72-c/3+owls+108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3249641773341335081</id><published>2008-05-22T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:39.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby owl closeup, sibling close by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDXnBN35RJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0PVx3ZsKtr0/s1600-h/baby+owl+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203318952586462354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDXnBN35RJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0PVx3ZsKtr0/s400/baby+owl+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cropped this one so we can see the baby better.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3249641773341335081?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3249641773341335081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3249641773341335081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3249641773341335081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3249641773341335081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-owl-closeup-sibling-close-by.html' title='Baby owl closeup, sibling close by'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDXnBN35RJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0PVx3ZsKtr0/s72-c/baby+owl+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3743366752242239972</id><published>2008-05-22T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:39.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Owl are proud to announce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDXhDd35RII/AAAAAAAAAHo/D_pmDjb8W9Y/s1600-h/baby+owls+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203312394171401346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDXhDd35RII/AAAAAAAAAHo/D_pmDjb8W9Y/s400/baby+owls+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Triplets!!....well, only 2 of them posed for this picture.  There are 3 owls in the tree, I think these 2 did not like the 3rd.  They were sitting on different limbs!   ANYWAY...turns out, in the photos below, when I was sitting beneath the mama owl, that was the tree her babies were in.  See the owl photos taken earlier on this blog.  The mama knew I was awfully close.  BUT, I wondered if they were in the next tree over.  I was right by them the whole time.  I plan to go back to see if I can get a better picture.  Thank you to my friend "Mayor Arnie" for letting me know.  (Arnie is the Mayor of a small town nearby and he also oversees the upkeep of the Town Square in our town)&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3743366752242239972?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3743366752242239972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3743366752242239972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3743366752242239972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3743366752242239972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-and-mrs-owl-are-proud-to-announce.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Owl are proud to announce...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDXhDd35RII/AAAAAAAAAHo/D_pmDjb8W9Y/s72-c/baby+owls+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5969489204728456378</id><published>2008-05-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:39.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest little light in our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDDdvgSbAhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8_fTZoLVMGE/s1600-h/eliz++wht+vignette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201901377803715090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDDdvgSbAhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8_fTZoLVMGE/s400/eliz++wht+vignette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pretty girl is almost 8 months old.  She is the reason I am known as "Gramma'chelle" .  I took this photo on our living room floor, and did a vignette in photoshop!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-5969489204728456378?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5969489204728456378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5969489204728456378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5969489204728456378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5969489204728456378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/newest-little-light-in-our-lives.html' title='The newest little light in our lives'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SDDdvgSbAhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8_fTZoLVMGE/s72-c/eliz++wht+vignette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-9092468410192137988</id><published>2008-05-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:39.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broughton - The little town that is no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SCdjrgSbAgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KYDUVyblAGA/s1600-h/may+9th+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199233893875253762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SCdjrgSbAgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KYDUVyblAGA/s400/may+9th+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;For 97 years people lived, and worked and played in Broughton Kansas. The creation of the Milford Reservoir saw an end to the town. All that exists now are ghostly mounds where homes once stood, a grade indicating where a train once ran, a foundation where a silo stored grain, and beautiful trees that once lined the little community on the prairie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 1993 the area did flood, as the government predicted it might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The people of Broughton, those that now live in neighboring communities, gathered with a group of historians recently who spent the last 4 years researching and documenting the history of the town. They celebrated the work and dedication of the Kansas State University students and professors who so lovingly re-created a long past piece of Americana.&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/630811295953143491-9092468410192137988?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/9092468410192137988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=9092468410192137988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/9092468410192137988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/9092468410192137988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/broughton-little-town-that-is-no-more.html' title='Broughton - The little town that is no more'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SCdjrgSbAgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KYDUVyblAGA/s72-c/may+9th+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5940964419627224296</id><published>2008-05-11T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:40.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering two Mexican immigrant children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SCdcsQSbAfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XMT2zcQ8HHI/s1600-h/may+9th+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199226210178761202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SCdcsQSbAfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XMT2zcQ8HHI/s400/may+9th+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The year was 1919, and the Castardo Family was living in Broughton Kansas. Dad was a railway worker, and living amongst the American people on the prairie in Kansas. It offered a  freedom not before known for this little family. But the community would not live on forever, and the lives of 2 of the boys would come to an end here as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broughton enjoyed less than 100 years of history as a community, (1869-1966) before the Government decided the area was on a major flood plain, created the Milford Reservoir, and asked the people of the community for their property. The people moved and the little town no longer existed, although it's families assimilated into other towns in the area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What became of the Castardo family I do not know, but their 2 young boys...one, named Felipe, died at the age of 11 years and Santitos died at the age of 9 months, both within 2 months of one another.   I do not know what sickness overtook them, only that they are now gone, buried in the Broughton Cemetery, high on a hill in Clay County Kansas, overlooking rolling farms, with cattle grazing close by. Their graves are marked with twin crosses, their names, birth dates and death dates. To this day, someone decorates their crosses with a ribbon each year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/630811295953143491-5940964419627224296?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5940964419627224296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5940964419627224296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5940964419627224296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5940964419627224296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember-two-mexican-immigrant-children.html' title='Remembering two Mexican immigrant children'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SCdcsQSbAfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XMT2zcQ8HHI/s72-c/may+9th+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2399322740659526320</id><published>2008-05-05T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:40.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's aiming for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB9OCNmGhtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_dXVZZDgN0/s1600-h/thru+5-4+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958294925018834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB9OCNmGhtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_dXVZZDgN0/s400/thru+5-4+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stood watching this owl for a good long time, and she sat on the top of the Courthouse watching me.  My photos here are not in order, but regardless, she lifted up, soared toward me and then lighted in a tree above me.  She is really something.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2399322740659526320?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2399322740659526320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2399322740659526320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2399322740659526320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2399322740659526320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-aiming-for-me.html' title='She&apos;s aiming for me!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB9OCNmGhtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_dXVZZDgN0/s72-c/thru+5-4+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2711938906784826714</id><published>2008-05-04T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:40.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right above me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB5gkdmGhsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X3EsPQV1TkI/s1600-h/thru+5-4+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196697199568127682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB5gkdmGhsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X3EsPQV1TkI/s400/thru+5-4+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, Mrs. Owl got directly above me to see if I was a danger, I guess.  From here, after I sat quiet a long time....she flew directly to her babies.  Maybe I earned her trust.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2711938906784826714?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2711938906784826714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2711938906784826714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2711938906784826714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2711938906784826714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-above-me.html' title='Right above me!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB5gkdmGhsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X3EsPQV1TkI/s72-c/thru+5-4+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2867311915154314675</id><published>2008-05-04T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:40.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Owl watching me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB5fTtmGhrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gs_H75_ug_U/s1600-h/thru+5-4+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196695812293691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB5fTtmGhrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gs_H75_ug_U/s400/thru+5-4+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sat near the Town Square waiting for this female owl to show me where her babies are.  She sat above me on the top of the Courthouse and then from here flew to a tree directly above me!  I am pretty sure which tree her nests are in.  I was awfully close to it at this location.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2867311915154314675?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2867311915154314675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2867311915154314675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2867311915154314675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2867311915154314675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/05/mama-owl-watching-me.html' title='Mama Owl watching me!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SB5fTtmGhrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gs_H75_ug_U/s72-c/thru+5-4+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5101796610117530421</id><published>2008-04-20T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:41.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's creation awakens to springtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvSPSRuH7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wbT7lpyIjiM/s1600-h/prom,+etc+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191474155520663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvSPSRuH7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wbT7lpyIjiM/s400/prom,+etc+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year after spring arrived, a freeze set in destroying flowers, wheat, lilacs...everything.  We are  hoping and praying that doesn't happen this year.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-5101796610117530421?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5101796610117530421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5101796610117530421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5101796610117530421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5101796610117530421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-creation-awakens-to-springtime.html' title='God&apos;s creation awakens to springtime'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvSPSRuH7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/wbT7lpyIjiM/s72-c/prom,+etc+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2250676041308497397</id><published>2008-04-20T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:41.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty blossom, horrible smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvP-CRuH6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/q-y6kUmfX-g/s1600-h/prom,+etc+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191471660144664482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvP-CRuH6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/q-y6kUmfX-g/s400/prom,+etc+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids called the trees this blossom comes from "sewer trees" because of the awful smell when they are in bloom.  But I adore their beauty.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2250676041308497397?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2250676041308497397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2250676041308497397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2250676041308497397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2250676041308497397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretty-blossom-horrible-smell.html' title='Pretty blossom, horrible smell'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvP-CRuH6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/q-y6kUmfX-g/s72-c/prom,+etc+081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-7070329584015740144</id><published>2008-04-20T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:41.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just over that hill....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvOtiRuH5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CmnofPfs0DY/s1600-h/prom,+etc+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191470277165195154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvOtiRuH5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CmnofPfs0DY/s400/prom,+etc+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took Katie driving today...all the country roads are "rock roads" like this one.  They do not call them  "gravel" roads.  It was a beautiful day.   Katie drives, I take pictures!  What a deal!&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/630811295953143491-7070329584015740144?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/7070329584015740144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=7070329584015740144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7070329584015740144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7070329584015740144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-over-that-hill.html' title='Just over that hill....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvOtiRuH5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CmnofPfs0DY/s72-c/prom,+etc+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4420151681486308519</id><published>2008-04-20T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:41.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime comes to Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvNTCRuH4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jKDgQBzn7s4/s1600-h/prom,+etc+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191468722387033986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvNTCRuH4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jKDgQBzn7s4/s400/prom,+etc+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Driving home today I saw these gorgeous flowers....spring has arrived in Kansas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-4420151681486308519?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4420151681486308519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4420151681486308519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4420151681486308519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4420151681486308519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/04/springtime-comes-to-kansas.html' title='Springtime comes to Kansas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/SAvNTCRuH4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jKDgQBzn7s4/s72-c/prom,+etc+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-6298452448202254477</id><published>2008-01-05T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewing Eagles at Milford Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R4A_hqAcJXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YB592UXGQtw/s1600-h/IMG_8484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152187821156214130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R4A_hqAcJXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YB592UXGQtw/s400/IMG_8484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Jamie, her son, my daughter and hubby all want Eagle Viewing recently.  I think her photos are better than mine.  I told her I wanted every picture I took to be like those in National Geographic.  She reminded me I would need the National Geographic photographer's cameras....well that would be a start....but for now, I used my own little 300 mm lens for this shot.  (I should have taken the UV filter off)&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-6298452448202254477?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/6298452448202254477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=6298452448202254477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6298452448202254477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6298452448202254477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/01/viewing-eagles-at-milford-lake.html' title='Viewing Eagles at Milford Lake'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R4A_hqAcJXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YB592UXGQtw/s72-c/IMG_8484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4094531721697765959</id><published>2008-01-03T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:41.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeking through the Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31zK6AcJWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YCL44W9L6rA/s1600-h/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151400179988702562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31zK6AcJWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YCL44W9L6rA/s400/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This lady cardinal landed just beyond my deck so I took the only shot I could which was between the seat backs of the deck benches.  She and her mate and baby hung around quite a while, getting a picture was another story.  They always showed up when I was without my camera!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4094531721697765959?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4094531721697765959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4094531721697765959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4094531721697765959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4094531721697765959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/01/peeking-through-deck.html' title='Peeking through the Deck'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31zK6AcJWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YCL44W9L6rA/s72-c/IMG_5971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-6335160520892143964</id><published>2008-01-03T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:42.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31wpKAcJVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6WfBV7c1P6w/s1600-h/IMG_7993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151397401144862034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31wpKAcJVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6WfBV7c1P6w/s400/IMG_7993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I am sure you have seen a million Ice Storm photos in your life.  Our entire region was crippled recently by the Ice Storm of 2007.   We counted ourselves blessed when we only lost power a short time, as some folks were without for almost 2 weeks.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-6335160520892143964?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/6335160520892143964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=6335160520892143964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6335160520892143964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6335160520892143964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/01/icy-beauty.html' title='Icy Beauty'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31wpKAcJVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6WfBV7c1P6w/s72-c/IMG_7993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-7617302487814239198</id><published>2008-01-03T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:42.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family, minus one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31veKAcJUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/g-r7EWzWn9I/s1600-h/IMG_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151396112654673218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31veKAcJUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/g-r7EWzWn9I/s400/IMG_8278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son David is in Iraq, we did not celebrate  Christmas without thinking of him.  Merry Christmas everyone...Peace on Earth!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-7617302487814239198?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/7617302487814239198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=7617302487814239198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7617302487814239198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7617302487814239198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-minus-one.html' title='The Family, minus one'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R31veKAcJUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/g-r7EWzWn9I/s72-c/IMG_8278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3290580579172297972</id><published>2007-12-14T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:42.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is that kid???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JufaAcJTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8-Rsp-cOu9o/s1600-h/IMG_5584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143795210246694194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JufaAcJTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8-Rsp-cOu9o/s400/IMG_5584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well....the human kid is Marcy and the Goat Kid is ..ummm... actually I am not sure we were introduced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-3290580579172297972?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3290580579172297972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3290580579172297972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3290580579172297972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3290580579172297972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-is-that-kid.html' title='Who is that kid???'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JufaAcJTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8-Rsp-cOu9o/s72-c/IMG_5584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-126151795527322494</id><published>2007-12-14T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:42.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep and Goats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JtM6AcJSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vUBk-NefPzI/s1600-h/IMG_4849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143793792907486498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JtM6AcJSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vUBk-NefPzI/s400/IMG_4849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall in the Bible where it says (para) "He will seperate the Sheep and Goats"...OK this is not it! :) Actually this is a shot from the Clay Center Livestock Sale Barn. That was a fun experience!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-126151795527322494?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/126151795527322494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=126151795527322494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/126151795527322494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/126151795527322494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/sheep-and-goats.html' title='Sheep and Goats'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JtM6AcJSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vUBk-NefPzI/s72-c/IMG_4849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-895432735353641457</id><published>2007-12-14T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:42.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit monkeying around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JsZaAcJRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S9f1ToGJx0Y/s1600-h/IMG_4251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143792908144223506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JsZaAcJRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S9f1ToGJx0Y/s400/IMG_4251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little bitty tiny zoo in town was blessed with the birth of this little cutie.  We recently got a bear too!&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-895432735353641457?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/895432735353641457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=895432735353641457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/895432735353641457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/895432735353641457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/quit-monkeying-around.html' title='Quit monkeying around!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2JsZaAcJRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S9f1ToGJx0Y/s72-c/IMG_4251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3007259620140905392</id><published>2007-12-13T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:43.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes 8 seconds to become a real man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HxMM1LFJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VxiDHXfOdyw/s1600-h/IMG_5431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143657441338791058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HxMM1LFJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VxiDHXfOdyw/s400/IMG_5431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....I better not say anymore on that one!  This is a shot taken at the longford Rodeo.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3007259620140905392?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3007259620140905392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3007259620140905392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3007259620140905392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3007259620140905392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-takes-8-seconds-to-become-real-man.html' title='It takes 8 seconds to become a real man'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HxMM1LFJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VxiDHXfOdyw/s72-c/IMG_5431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4947445724498449258</id><published>2007-12-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:43.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love me some cowboys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HwV81LFII/AAAAAAAAADs/5I96RN9aGJM/s1600-h/IMG_5488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656509330887810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HwV81LFII/AAAAAAAAADs/5I96RN9aGJM/s400/IMG_5488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this was really my first rodeo...I was in a band years ago that performed for a Rodeo...don't recall much about that one.  But this is the Longford Rodeo.  I had a lot of fun, thoroughly enjoyed the "all American" feel of the event.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4947445724498449258?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4947445724498449258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4947445724498449258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4947445724498449258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4947445724498449258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-me-some-cowboys.html' title='&quot;I love me some cowboys&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HwV81LFII/AAAAAAAAADs/5I96RN9aGJM/s72-c/IMG_5488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3313498484825266533</id><published>2007-12-13T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:43.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a patchwork quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Hvw81LFHI/AAAAAAAAADk/d6-jXdFVE2Y/s1600-h/IMG_5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143655873675727986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Hvw81LFHI/AAAAAAAAADk/d6-jXdFVE2Y/s400/IMG_5056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing Kansas women know, it is their quilting.  I am glad to see it is not a dying art.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3313498484825266533?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3313498484825266533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3313498484825266533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3313498484825266533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3313498484825266533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is-like-patchwork-quilt.html' title='Life is like a patchwork quilt'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Hvw81LFHI/AAAAAAAAADk/d6-jXdFVE2Y/s72-c/IMG_5056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2019602549967372780</id><published>2007-12-13T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:43.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonstrating the Combine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Huqs1LFGI/AAAAAAAAADc/nKeLcHh0OMU/s1600-h/IMG_4333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143654666789917794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Huqs1LFGI/AAAAAAAAADc/nKeLcHh0OMU/s400/IMG_4333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This farmer was showing us the intricate workings of the Combine....we have so enjoyed getting to know the "field to table" aspect of farming.  Our farmer friend is always very willing to get us out out there to experience this new life in Kansas.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2019602549967372780?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2019602549967372780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2019602549967372780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2019602549967372780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2019602549967372780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/demonstrating-combine.html' title='Demonstrating the Combine'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Huqs1LFGI/AAAAAAAAADc/nKeLcHh0OMU/s72-c/IMG_4333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5136747143720696291</id><published>2007-12-13T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:44.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price of bread going up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Ht-s1LFFI/AAAAAAAAADU/bliiVDzZO0g/s1600-h/IMG_4317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143653910875673682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Ht-s1LFFI/AAAAAAAAADU/bliiVDzZO0g/s400/IMG_4317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us never stop to consider the work the farmer does and how he labors and worries over his crop.  This Clay County farmer was lamenting the poor wheat harvest this year following a very warm spring, followed by freeze and flooding.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-5136747143720696291?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5136747143720696291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5136747143720696291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5136747143720696291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5136747143720696291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/price-of-bread-going-up.html' title='Price of bread going up?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Ht-s1LFFI/AAAAAAAAADU/bliiVDzZO0g/s72-c/IMG_4317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4838043441278610458</id><published>2007-12-13T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:44.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks Fly in small town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Hs3c1LFEI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZyCxACx9lk/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143652686809994306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Hs3c1LFEI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZyCxACx9lk/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, we never really think about how things are done, do we?  I never thought about the fact that people "practice" tearing cars apart...so that if they need to tear one apart with you inside...they can!  Rescue workers in Clay County practiced with this car..... my husband is on the squad and had a lot of fun helping tear this car apart during a traning session one night.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4838043441278610458?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4838043441278610458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4838043441278610458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4838043441278610458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4838043441278610458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/sparks-fly-in-small-town.html' title='Sparks Fly in small town'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2Hs3c1LFEI/AAAAAAAAADM/NZyCxACx9lk/s72-c/IMG_2609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-3985922828659408426</id><published>2007-12-13T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:44.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign of the times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HqXs1LFCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/62roum6OaMY/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649942325892130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HqXs1LFCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/62roum6OaMY/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In downtown Clay Center, next to what was once known as the Duckwalls store, (now Common Ground Ministries) is an alley way. At the entrance to the alley is this gorgeous sign....repainted in recent years. "refreshing" to see such things still appreciated isn't it?&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-3985922828659408426?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/3985922828659408426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=3985922828659408426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3985922828659408426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/3985922828659408426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/12/sign-of-times.html' title='A sign of the times'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/R2HqXs1LFCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/62roum6OaMY/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-132695868756872817</id><published>2007-11-17T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:44.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idylwild School Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Rz9evzT03AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iTnRyqo5Asw/s1600-h/IMG_7746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133926275545881602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Rz9evzT03AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iTnRyqo5Asw/s400/IMG_7746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In an old school house on a dusty road in Kansas, this school bell reminded children for some distance that class was about to begin...and they had better be in their seats on time! Can you picture them scurrying along the rolling prairie?...the bell beckoning, it's sound dancing on the wind, carrying it along. Little girls hear it, and run to school, anxious to see their friends, the boys hiding amongst a clump of cedars to tease the girls-hoping they liked them too....and hoping the teacher would move them closer to that special girl that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Jamie's grandmother once taught at "Idylwild" school, I imagine Mrs. Anderson rung this bell, holding on to the rope. Can you see her?--- tugging and greeting at the same time. Perhaps collecting apples from children as they arrived, patting their heads, or shushing them along as they told of forgotten homework, or a cow that got out the night before...spending hours chasing it and not having time to do the assigned task. It was fun imagining what life may have been like in the old school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will soon be torn down and the wood used to build a cabin for the family of the man that won the sealed bid...a whopping $200 for this piece of history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The value of bell alone or the hardwood floor in the building far surpasses the amount he paid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the pieces that make up the Idylwild school will see new life, taking on a new shape in the form of that cabin....creating new memories for the gentleman that bought it. He and his siblings had attended school there. He knows it's value far exceeds the dollars and cents in the hardwood, weathered siding and the bell that once beckoned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I listened as he re-lived school boy memories. But, even with all that-I know that the granddaughter of the Teacher wishes that the little building could stay there on the prairie forever, like a friend waiting for you to come visit one more time....beckoning in whispers carried on the wind across the Kansas prairie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/630811295953143491-132695868756872817?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/132695868756872817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=132695868756872817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/132695868756872817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/132695868756872817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/idylwild-school-bell.html' title='The Idylwild School Bell'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Rz9evzT03AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iTnRyqo5Asw/s72-c/IMG_7746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2847167049837575735</id><published>2007-11-08T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:45.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Brilliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RzO7Kk9iOQI/AAAAAAAAACs/o6cqT3tqDrc/s1600-h/IMG_7420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130650190899984642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RzO7Kk9iOQI/AAAAAAAAACs/o6cqT3tqDrc/s400/IMG_7420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun was coming through these leaves, the darker ones are simply those that are overlapped with others...neat huh?&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-2847167049837575735?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2847167049837575735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2847167049837575735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2847167049837575735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2847167049837575735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall-brilliance.html' title='Fall Brilliance'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RzO7Kk9iOQI/AAAAAAAAACs/o6cqT3tqDrc/s72-c/IMG_7420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-7921483458857085811</id><published>2007-11-08T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:45.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The warmth of fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RzO6n09iOPI/AAAAAAAAACk/rg4pqUFlLRs/s1600-h/IMG_7417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130649593899530482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RzO6n09iOPI/AAAAAAAAACk/rg4pqUFlLRs/s400/IMG_7417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the look of the sun coming through the changing leaves&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/630811295953143491-7921483458857085811?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/7921483458857085811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=7921483458857085811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7921483458857085811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7921483458857085811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/warmth-of-fall.html' title='The warmth of fall'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RzO6n09iOPI/AAAAAAAAACk/rg4pqUFlLRs/s72-c/IMG_7417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-8180361618791718382</id><published>2007-11-03T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:46.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby owl peering at me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx-VfoTzNI/AAAAAAAAACc/1su76MfXLuU/s1600-h/May+10+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128612983401073874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx-VfoTzNI/AAAAAAAAACc/1su76MfXLuU/s400/May+10+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were 3 baby owls in the trees at the town square last spring.  I caught this one looking at me&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-8180361618791718382?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/8180361618791718382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=8180361618791718382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8180361618791718382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/8180361618791718382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-owl-peering-at-me.html' title='Baby owl peering at me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx-VfoTzNI/AAAAAAAAACc/1su76MfXLuU/s72-c/May+10+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2114621473215976758</id><published>2007-11-03T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:46.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Michael's Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx7MvoTzMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/u-mDg4x1sCQ/s1600-h/June+2007+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128609534542335170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx7MvoTzMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/u-mDg4x1sCQ/s400/June+2007+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun was setting when we took a drive in the countryand visited St.Michael's at Kimeo, KS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/630811295953143491-2114621473215976758?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2114621473215976758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2114621473215976758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2114621473215976758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2114621473215976758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/st-michaels-cemetery.html' title='St. Michael&apos;s Cemetery'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx7MvoTzMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/u-mDg4x1sCQ/s72-c/June+2007+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-1904697696488694550</id><published>2007-11-03T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:46.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A church all alone on the prairie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx1NPoTzGI/AAAAAAAAABk/TjlSf1_jKJ0/s1600-h/church.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128602946062503010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx1NPoTzGI/AAAAAAAAABk/TjlSf1_jKJ0/s400/church.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;St. Michael's Catholic Church sits all alone out in the middle of nowhere....well, it is somewhere to the people that live nearby!  Nonetheless, services are rarely held there now, but it is well kept and is truly a beautiful sight sillhouetted against the sky.  It is situated in a little community called Kimeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-1904697696488694550?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/1904697696488694550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=1904697696488694550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1904697696488694550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/1904697696488694550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/church-all-alone-on-prairie.html' title='A church all alone on the prairie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Ryx1NPoTzGI/AAAAAAAAABk/TjlSf1_jKJ0/s72-c/church.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-6749627244482136815</id><published>2007-11-03T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:46.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newborn Baby.......BEANS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyxyFPoTzEI/AAAAAAAAABU/WMZ9jFuUFNQ/s1600-h/June+2007+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128599510088666178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyxyFPoTzEI/AAAAAAAAABU/WMZ9jFuUFNQ/s400/June+2007+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew Kansas was growing on me when I got excited at the site of these young bean plants. I have no clue why! But aren't they pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-6749627244482136815?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/6749627244482136815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=6749627244482136815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6749627244482136815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/6749627244482136815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/11/newborn-babybeans.html' title='Newborn Baby.......BEANS!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyxyFPoTzEI/AAAAAAAAABU/WMZ9jFuUFNQ/s72-c/June+2007+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-154631721423561562</id><published>2007-10-28T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:46.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A face with character</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT9B_oTzCI/AAAAAAAAABE/w0xk71siF38/s1600-h/IMG_5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126500486556666914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT9B_oTzCI/AAAAAAAAABE/w0xk71siF38/s400/IMG_5196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Abe Lincoln looking man was happy to oblige a photo, during the pony Express Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-154631721423561562?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/154631721423561562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=154631721423561562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/154631721423561562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/154631721423561562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-with-character.html' title='A face with character'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT9B_oTzCI/AAAAAAAAABE/w0xk71siF38/s72-c/IMG_5196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-5228023172830013869</id><published>2007-10-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:46.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh country churned butter and homemade bread!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT71voTzBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2Pb7TlMBV2E/s1600-h/IMG_5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126499176591641618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT71voTzBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2Pb7TlMBV2E/s400/IMG_5201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Pony Express Festival they had a lot of demonstrations...this one was yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-5228023172830013869?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/5228023172830013869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=5228023172830013869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5228023172830013869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/5228023172830013869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/fresh-country-churned-butter-and.html' title='Fresh country churned butter and homemade bread!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT71voTzBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2Pb7TlMBV2E/s72-c/IMG_5201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-747535753272025853</id><published>2007-10-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:47.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Eclipse of the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT4QvoTzAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UI3k4zPyJ0Y/s1600-h/IMG_5320.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126495242401598466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT4QvoTzAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UI3k4zPyJ0Y/s400/IMG_5320.JPG" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a total eclipse of the moon. I took this shot very early one morning recently...then went home and got ready to go to work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It did not look this pretty in real life. I left the lens open 5 or 6 seconds to gather enough light and it gathered more of the red that was only slightly evident that morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-747535753272025853?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/747535753272025853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=747535753272025853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/747535753272025853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/747535753272025853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/total-eclipse-of-moon.html' title='Total Eclipse of the Moon'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyT4QvoTzAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UI3k4zPyJ0Y/s72-c/IMG_5320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4532277704892495338</id><published>2007-10-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:47.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Re-Enactor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyPOi_oTy_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-mNjR-CxVwQ/s1600-h/IMG_5237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126167901469133810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyPOi_oTy_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-mNjR-CxVwQ/s400/IMG_5237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This gentleman is a school teacher who moonlights as 3 different historic personas.  He didn't know I took this photo.   At the 150th anniversary of the Pony Express Station in Hanover, KS.  he was dressed up and doing a re-enactment.  I interviewed him for a story on the news, as he later appeared here in Clay Center at the Pioneer Festival.&lt;br /&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/630811295953143491-4532277704892495338?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4532277704892495338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4532277704892495338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4532277704892495338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4532277704892495338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/history-re-enactor.html' title='History Re-Enactor'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyPOi_oTy_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/-mNjR-CxVwQ/s72-c/IMG_5237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-2911418347099594269</id><published>2007-10-27T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:47.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool guitarist photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyPNi_oTy-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jVkAII4JG-0/s1600-h/IMG_6917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126166801957506018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyPNi_oTy-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jVkAII4JG-0/s400/IMG_6917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the son of some friends of ours, named David. I did some cool photos of him with my light and backdrop set up. I liked this one a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-2911418347099594269?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/2911418347099594269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=2911418347099594269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2911418347099594269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/2911418347099594269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/cool-guitarist-photo.html' title='Cool guitarist photo'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/RyPNi_oTy-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jVkAII4JG-0/s72-c/IMG_6917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-7772743109260152710</id><published>2007-10-24T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T11:49:17.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I appeared in a commercial for our County</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b34cbfe4af90bf1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b34cbfe4af90bf1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330299096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6152DA579776E1B7896AC9D9FD52C0CBF84858E0.191F6FA8E3CE334984893A9F867FF2E23A97B229%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b34cbfe4af90bf1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6QQ4l9uSTD-ejPtLqF30bjcCWiQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b34cbfe4af90bf1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330299096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6152DA579776E1B7896AC9D9FD52C0CBF84858E0.191F6FA8E3CE334984893A9F867FF2E23A97B229%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b34cbfe4af90bf1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6QQ4l9uSTD-ejPtLqF30bjcCWiQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Our County is doing some marketing and this TV commercial is one of the results. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-7772743109260152710?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b34cbfe4af90bf1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/7772743109260152710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=7772743109260152710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7772743109260152710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/7772743109260152710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-in-tv-commercial.html' title='I appeared in a commercial for our County'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630811295953143491.post-4804080860133442936</id><published>2007-10-24T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:41:47.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glamour Shot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Rx_IZPoTy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPlWfL2H_Gg/s1600-h/IMG_7070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125035236988799954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G1ROc2QXgME/Rx_IZPoTy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPlWfL2H_Gg/s320/IMG_7070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been experimenting with lights and backdrops in my basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630811295953143491-4804080860133442936?l=throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/feeds/4804080860133442936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630811295953143491&amp;postID=4804080860133442936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4804080860133442936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630811295953143491/posts/default/4804080860133442936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmichelleslens.blogspot.com/2007/10/glamour-shot_24.html' title='A Glamour Shot?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14311067659131090130</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/_G1ROc2QXgME/Rx_IZPoTy9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPlWfL2H_Gg/s72-c/IMG_7070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
