<?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-3631696964714235207</id><updated>2011-11-14T19:34:14.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies Through Lenses</title><subtitle type='html'>“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?” ~ Douglas Adams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Frdo25</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3p8hkKxER8M/TQuD6BAC4JI/AAAAAAAAGPw/62uc7CzkEfA/S220/DSC00147.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631696964714235207.post-6930723530062591705</id><published>2011-11-14T19:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:34:14.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SugqpTDd0gw/TsGjWp2ES5I/AAAAAAAAMsA/GVNrDB-pMQ4/s1600/_MG_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SugqpTDd0gw/TsGjWp2ES5I/AAAAAAAAMsA/GVNrDB-pMQ4/s400/_MG_0223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People hide behind masks. Although they may not be the physical, they can be the emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as human beings have roles that we must take on. Each one of this roles we dawn a new form or mask. The mask of a&amp;nbsp;parent, the mask of a student, the mask of a worker and we are&amp;nbsp;constantly&amp;nbsp;changing masks&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other masks. The mask of lies. It is something we hide behind because we are afraid of the truth. The truth of consequences of the actions we must face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631696964714235207-6930723530062591705?l=www.liesthroughlenses.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/feeds/6930723530062591705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3631696964714235207&amp;postID=6930723530062591705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/6930723530062591705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/6930723530062591705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/2011/11/masks.html' title='Masks'/><author><name>Frdo25</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3p8hkKxER8M/TQuD6BAC4JI/AAAAAAAAGPw/62uc7CzkEfA/S220/DSC00147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SugqpTDd0gw/TsGjWp2ES5I/AAAAAAAAMsA/GVNrDB-pMQ4/s72-c/_MG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631696964714235207.post-3877538947960151748</id><published>2011-11-08T05:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:29:57.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;These are my girls. They are only two of the trio of dog that I have. I love them to death. The black and white one is Gypsy and the blondie is Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVyDFk7rsxg/Trj2dMHGPSI/AAAAAAAAMac/NT20rSWvJXI/s1600/_MG_0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVyDFk7rsxg/Trj2dMHGPSI/AAAAAAAAMac/NT20rSWvJXI/s400/_MG_0394.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gypsy I swear acts like a cat sometimes. She only comes when you call only when she wants to be petted. when you stop she looks at you with those big eyes and a look as to say "Why did you stop?". Madison loves you for being you. She loves to be petted and loved. I make jokes that she is my original blondie. She has a habit of laying on her sister's head to get&amp;nbsp;comfortable. Gypsy doesn't mind too much when she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631696964714235207-3877538947960151748?l=www.liesthroughlenses.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/feeds/3877538947960151748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3631696964714235207&amp;postID=3877538947960151748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/3877538947960151748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/3877538947960151748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/2011/11/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Frdo25</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3p8hkKxER8M/TQuD6BAC4JI/AAAAAAAAGPw/62uc7CzkEfA/S220/DSC00147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVyDFk7rsxg/Trj2dMHGPSI/AAAAAAAAMac/NT20rSWvJXI/s72-c/_MG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631696964714235207.post-4145664145595840615</id><published>2011-11-07T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:02:18.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ICFXWgwDpw/TrSdBcXqWuI/AAAAAAAAL5o/fk9eSjw-JPg/s1600/_MG_1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ICFXWgwDpw/TrSdBcXqWuI/AAAAAAAAL5o/fk9eSjw-JPg/s640/_MG_1199.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How would you feel if someone took you from your place of residence and stuck you in a prison. Whilst in the prison the public paid to see you in your "natural&amp;nbsp;habitat". Well that would be inhuman, but we do this to animals. Why? Because they are not human? Does that make it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most animals would not mind and are probably better off&amp;nbsp;in captivity, but gorillas are our closest cousins to the animal kingdom. They are just as smart as human beings (maybe smarter than some). The only difference is that they do not have vocal cords. I recently went to the&amp;nbsp;Philadelphia&amp;nbsp;Zoo to find this gorilla sitting behind the glass staring our to the onlookers taking pictures. He looked sad and pathetic, but I realized that the pathetic ones are us and he knew that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631696964714235207-4145664145595840615?l=www.liesthroughlenses.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/feeds/4145664145595840615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3631696964714235207&amp;postID=4145664145595840615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/4145664145595840615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/4145664145595840615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/2011/11/human-condition.html' title='The Human Condition'/><author><name>Frdo25</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3p8hkKxER8M/TQuD6BAC4JI/AAAAAAAAGPw/62uc7CzkEfA/S220/DSC00147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ICFXWgwDpw/TrSdBcXqWuI/AAAAAAAAL5o/fk9eSjw-JPg/s72-c/_MG_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631696964714235207.post-2031998223647961222</id><published>2011-11-05T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:06:08.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies Through Lenes is Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have had this blog for four years and I think it is time for a revamp with a slew of new pages and information as well as photography. Please stay tuned for massive changes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3631696964714235207-2031998223647961222?l=www.liesthroughlenses.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/feeds/2031998223647961222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3631696964714235207&amp;postID=2031998223647961222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/2031998223647961222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631696964714235207/posts/default/2031998223647961222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.liesthroughlenses.com/2011/11/lies-through-lenes-is-changing.html' title='Lies Through Lenes is Changing'/><author><name>Frdo25</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3p8hkKxER8M/TQuD6BAC4JI/AAAAAAAAGPw/62uc7CzkEfA/S220/DSC00147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
