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	<title>Comments on: Molokai, Hawaii Photography Workshop &#8211; Day 3</title>
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	<description>Jonathan Kingston explores the world in search of images and insights</description>
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		<title>By: Showing up for my life &#124; The Nomadic Photographer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Showing up for my life &#124; The Nomadic Photographer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 08:22:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...]  I had a brief moment of showing up for my life as I was walking back from photographing some amazing colored birds when this stunning mammatus cloud briefly appeared over the town of Kaunakakai.  A giant brushwork [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...]  I had a brief moment of showing up for my life as I was walking back from photographing some amazing colored birds when this stunning mammatus cloud briefly appeared over the town of Kaunakakai.  A giant brushwork [...]</p>
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		<title>By: tatiana boyle</title>
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		<dc:creator>tatiana boyle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 06:05:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My husband and I were married for two years when I finally made a decision to completely move across &quot;the pond&quot;. Following airline rules, I was able to bring two suitcases: some clothes, books, slides, and notes. Back then, when I was packing, I didn&#039;t know how I could exist without the rest. 

Four years later I went back to only pick up my personal library (I wished I could bring my old true friends - &quot;my camp&quot;). I realized that sentimental attachments to things &amp; still objects have changed, my focus was on different goals and priorities. 

Although, I found the experience quite new - in a sense it was a study of looking into myself from long geographical and cultural distance and time: a brief continuum when future registers the present together with the past.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I were married for two years when I finally made a decision to completely move across &#8220;the pond&#8221;. Following airline rules, I was able to bring two suitcases: some clothes, books, slides, and notes. Back then, when I was packing, I didn&#8217;t know how I could exist without the rest. </p>
<p>Four years later I went back to only pick up my personal library (I wished I could bring my old true friends &#8211; &#8220;my camp&#8221;). I realized that sentimental attachments to things &amp; still objects have changed, my focus was on different goals and priorities. </p>
<p>Although, I found the experience quite new &#8211; in a sense it was a study of looking into myself from long geographical and cultural distance and time: a brief continuum when future registers the present together with the past.</p>
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		<title>By: admin</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 18:38:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Peter - Sorry to hear that.  That must have been quite an exercise in letting go.  I like the &#039;explorer entering an ancient crypt&#039; line.  How true.

Best - Jonathan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Peter &#8211; Sorry to hear that.  That must have been quite an exercise in letting go.  I like the &#8216;explorer entering an ancient crypt&#8217; line.  How true.</p>
<p>Best &#8211; Jonathan</p>
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		<title>By: Peter Enright</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peter Enright</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 13:59:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just discovered your site and enjoying the ride. I totally understand your storage post. I put my junk in storage and took off overseas for 12 years. When I finally opened up my container, like an explorer entering an ancient crypt, my suitcase full of 8 years of travel photography was destroyed; the relentless heat of 12 Australian summers and the cool winters had fused all my negatives together. I had the thow the lot away and apart from a selection of prints that my mother passed on to me, all I have left is my memories...

Now every image is archived on disk!

Cheers,

Pete</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just discovered your site and enjoying the ride. I totally understand your storage post. I put my junk in storage and took off overseas for 12 years. When I finally opened up my container, like an explorer entering an ancient crypt, my suitcase full of 8 years of travel photography was destroyed; the relentless heat of 12 Australian summers and the cool winters had fused all my negatives together. I had the thow the lot away and apart from a selection of prints that my mother passed on to me, all I have left is my memories&#8230;</p>
<p>Now every image is archived on disk!</p>
<p>Cheers,</p>
<p>Pete</p>
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