<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572</id><updated>2009-11-08T11:01:49.434+11:00</updated><title type='text'>photolizinoz</title><subtitle type='html'>The creative heart is wild and passionate, seeking experiences, visions and thoughts which embrace life and stimulate the soul. photolizinoz is dedicated to the pursuit of seeing life from a wider angle, a different perspective, a macro search of the landscape. Drawing with the camera, writing with paint, breathing with the eyes of the soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572.post-4108817832836601500</id><published>2009-10-15T19:27:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:50:45.801+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/Stbd62ajQ9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/l0CBDVfvYZo/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/Stbd62ajQ9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/l0CBDVfvYZo/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392741606931776466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weathered shoe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retired, yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my imprint in your leather soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would render you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a discarded iron coil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985208302677812572-4108817832836601500?l=photolizinoz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4108817832836601500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8985208302677812572&amp;postID=4108817832836601500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/4108817832836601500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/4108817832836601500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/2009/10/weathering.html' title='Weathering'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00856084828431847961'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/Stbd62ajQ9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/l0CBDVfvYZo/s72-c/IMG_1680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572.post-7211299677210476378</id><published>2009-09-07T19:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:10:07.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqTbS4TOFxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AVx7vHVHyrI/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqTbS4TOFxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AVx7vHVHyrI/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378664972384343826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunrise or sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colours display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm or cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night or day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunrise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over Jindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985208302677812572-7211299677210476378?l=photolizinoz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7211299677210476378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8985208302677812572&amp;postID=7211299677210476378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/7211299677210476378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/7211299677210476378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/2009/09/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00856084828431847961'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqTbS4TOFxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AVx7vHVHyrI/s72-c/IMG_2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572.post-4994950056851910587</id><published>2009-09-04T17:42:00.022+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:58:51.682+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Of Ice and land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqHZfaSsjYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2UlWw3L_5Cg/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqHZfaSsjYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2UlWw3L_5Cg/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377818563713994114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the winter months the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;life force&lt;/span&gt; of the land goes deep within. The sap of the trees moves down into the roots, and the surface of the earth is cold and damp. The flow of the creek slows down as ice spreads an army of still-life crystals over any trickle which dares to hesitate. Suspended then for all of winter the ice remains until the warmth of the returning sun can generate enough heat to penetrate its glassy hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winter season of the creative soul may be triggered by the events of the natural world, or it may follow its own intrinsic cycle. In that time of darkness it can feel as though all light is lost - that the warmth may never come again. In a really tough winter the creative source may appear to have withdrawn so far into the core that there is little hope it will ever emerge. The cycle may come on suddenly and last for a week - or perhaps the onset  may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imperceptible&lt;/span&gt;, and it will grip at the heart for years at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqHxUEWHM1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/vbZYTGKOMlo/s1600-h/IMG_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqHxUEWHM1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/vbZYTGKOMlo/s320/IMG_2304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377844757123248978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like the earth, when the cold cycle of the creative spirit retreats into the inner world, the surface is abandoned, frozen into a white death of silence. Look closely, listen carefully, lay your hand gently on top of the frozen waterfall, and you will feel the force of life beating strongly as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice water&lt;/span&gt; courses through the veins of the earth, surging powerfully beneath the rocks and shiny dark crevasses within the falls. As the earth withdraws its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life force&lt;/span&gt; to regain its strength and escape the harsh and damaging frost, so does the creative soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of plenty can't go on indefinitely. The cycle of giving must be balanced by the natural cycle of replenishing. As the earth comes out of darkness the light and warmth return, bringing with them the energy which triggers a new cycle of harvest, of health, of happiness. Allowing the creative spirit time to withdraw into the darkness of winter gives the soul permission to rekindle, reflect on the inner life, and burst out in spring, teeming with new ideas and energy. Go on the journey in the knowledge that a new richness awaits when the inner work is complete. Don't cease up in the presence of ice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985208302677812572-4994950056851910587?l=photolizinoz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4994950056851910587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8985208302677812572&amp;postID=4994950056851910587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/4994950056851910587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/4994950056851910587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-ice-and-land.html' title='Of Ice and land'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00856084828431847961'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/SqHZfaSsjYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2UlWw3L_5Cg/s72-c/IMG_2313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572.post-6559335239933437441</id><published>2008-02-18T20:44:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:52:11.778+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Drawing'/><title type='text'>Is Science the true art of photography?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lVzVv6i2I/AAAAAAAAARM/V-Htlmy1TuY/s1600-h/1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168256387884157794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lVzVv6i2I/AAAAAAAAARM/V-Htlmy1TuY/s200/1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should photography be a precise and specialised science? Or, should photography be a expression of the soul? For me, it's about drawing, risk taking, trust, adventure, and exploration. For others, it's more about precision and knowing exactly how the image will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many images, exquisite attention to every detail is required, with specialised lighting, highly crafted backlighting, and the work must be created in the controlled environment of a studio. I prefer to treat the camera as a palette, searching for the scratchy marks and scumbles  that are made when the landscape is allowed to etch its way onto the canvas of the film.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it's about for you, go to it, find it, and make it your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985208302677812572-6559335239933437441?l=photolizinoz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6559335239933437441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8985208302677812572&amp;postID=6559335239933437441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/6559335239933437441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/6559335239933437441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-science-true-art-of-photography.html' title='Is Science the true art of photography?'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00856084828431847961'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lVzVv6i2I/AAAAAAAAARM/V-Htlmy1TuY/s72-c/1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572.post-4564400754222601945</id><published>2008-02-18T18:07:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:12:46.978+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Drawing'/><title type='text'>Night Drawing</title><content type='html'>Into the skyline the glowing sun falls,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg-1v6i4I/AAAAAAAAARc/FjFua3aC7XQ/s1600-h/1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168268680080558978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg-1v6i4I/AAAAAAAAARc/FjFua3aC7XQ/s200/1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up comes the shlock of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by darkness,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg_Vv6i5I/AAAAAAAAARk/0HCAbzmJPbw/s1600-h/1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168268688670493586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg_Vv6i5I/AAAAAAAAARk/0HCAbzmJPbw/s200/1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;An outline of a tree,&lt;br /&gt;a skidding brake light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg_lv6i6I/AAAAAAAAARs/2GAVjvAN5Y0/s1600-h/1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168268692965460898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg_lv6i6I/AAAAAAAAARs/2GAVjvAN5Y0/s200/1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7kxs1v6i0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/oUuwiL7hw_M/s1600-h/1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985208302677812572-4564400754222601945?l=photolizinoz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4564400754222601945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8985208302677812572&amp;postID=4564400754222601945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/4564400754222601945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/4564400754222601945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-drawing.html' title='Night Drawing'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00856084828431847961'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/R7lg-1v6i4I/AAAAAAAAARc/FjFua3aC7XQ/s72-c/1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985208302677812572.post-6965160305107269483</id><published>2007-11-17T17:05:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:16:40.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How good is my work - good enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/Rz6G6IjV77I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4YJvQWKE0Co/s1600-h/IMG_4809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133688958535200690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/Rz6G6IjV77I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4YJvQWKE0Co/s320/IMG_4809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is there a reason not to put your work out there, give it a go, tell people about it? Many people whose work is really great are too self critical to show their work and it gathers dust in the cupboard while its creators strive for perfection, innovation, and notoriety. Other types are overly confident about promoting under-ly impressive work. Either way, there's one thing for certain - having a go, getting it out there, celebrating your expressions, innovation, individuality and responses to your life, your work, your relationships, and interaction with the world you live in - can only lead to improving your work over time. Making excuses that your work isn't good enough is infinitely easier than showing up - rising to the capabilities unique and innate to every individual. So go on, get out there - stop making excuses and go straight to it. Show the world what you are made of, how you see things, what it is that you're here to contribute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985208302677812572-6965160305107269483?l=photolizinoz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6965160305107269483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8985208302677812572&amp;postID=6965160305107269483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/6965160305107269483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985208302677812572/posts/default/6965160305107269483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photolizinoz.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_16.html' title='How good is my work - good enough?'/><author><name>Elizabeth Walton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848499032245651654</uri><email>lizzzzigal@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00856084828431847961'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RnHQ-hwDnTc/Rz6G6IjV77I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4YJvQWKE0Co/s72-c/IMG_4809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>