<?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-996775644760104577</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:11:36.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned project</title><subtitle type='html'>I like old, run down things. Anything that once had a purpose and now just lies empty and decaying, I like. I find immense amounts of beauty in things that the world has forgotten and left behind. I think I feel this way about people too. "All my favorite people are broken."--Over the Rhine
I am setting out to photograph beauty and decay around Indiana! Let's see what I find!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996775644760104577.post-4836296244921297863</id><published>2008-02-23T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:30:14.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's beauty in the breakdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to breakdown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-4836296244921297863?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/4836296244921297863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=4836296244921297863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/4836296244921297863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/4836296244921297863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-beauty-in-breakdown.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996775644760104577.post-4098451847803824721</id><published>2008-02-13T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:01:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw what I saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="blogbody snap_preview" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; I saw what I saw and I can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;I heard what I heard and I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;I know what I know and I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the road, cut me to the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pain has changed me&lt;br /&gt;your dream inspires&lt;br /&gt;your face a memory&lt;br /&gt;your hope a fire&lt;br /&gt;your courage asks me what I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;(what I am made of)&lt;br /&gt;and what I know of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've done what we've done and we can't erase it&lt;br /&gt;we are what we are and it's more than enough&lt;br /&gt;we have what we have but it's no substitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the road, touched my very soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say what I say with no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;I have what I have and I'm giving it up&lt;br /&gt;I do what I do with deep conviction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the road, changed my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sara Groves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/jdawg4bsu/aac64173491694/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0040" style="border-style: none; 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border-width: 0px;" src="http://x43.xanga.com/2e482a1b13d18173491600/z131901019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/jdawg4bsu/bfd03173491645/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0291" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xbf.xanga.com/d03c277347430173491645/z131901054.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-4098451847803824721?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/4098451847803824721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=4098451847803824721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/4098451847803824721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/4098451847803824721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-saw-what-i-saw.html' title='I saw what I saw'/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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-996775644760104577.post-6135793633631723302</id><published>2008-02-05T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:40:34.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/R6kHjwAKyvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/S58WBqiIBcg/s1600-h/81NEP-02-09-Nepal-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/R6kHjwAKyvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/S58WBqiIBcg/s400/81NEP-02-09-Nepal-children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163666758519409394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/R6kHQQAKyuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5os7FjBjgVo/s1600-h/6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/R6kHQQAKyuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5os7FjBjgVo/s400/6-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163666423511960290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take this photos. but my heart longs to, someday, take my own pictures of beautiful people like these. to be able to give them a voice in this world. to somehow be able to make a difference using photography. It has been way too long since i have gotten my camera out just to shoot. I miss how alive i feel when i am capturing moments in time. moments that matter. i miss how i feel when i feel like i am doing the very thing that God created me to do. there is so much beauty out there. so much to experience. think about. all the things that we can experience in this life. i want to feel life deeply. i want to dig in and not hold back. being a good photographer requires that, but it also requires knowing when to wait and be patient. Ansel Adams would wait sometimes all day to get the perfect shot. How much does this mentality translate into our walks with the Lord. We must give it our all. We must give him our all. Along with that we must be patient and wait for Him. I will wait on the Lord. My soul waits. what does it look like to be living full out for Him and waiting for Him all at the same time? How my heart longs to be overseas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-6135793633631723302?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/6135793633631723302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=6135793633631723302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/6135793633631723302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/6135793633631723302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-did-not-take-this-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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/_Ys6v44D7v5w/R6kHjwAKyvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/S58WBqiIBcg/s72-c/81NEP-02-09-Nepal-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996775644760104577.post-1091127919659373222</id><published>2008-02-05T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:55:43.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i get lost in the music. it carries me further away with every note, with every beat. i get lost in the melodic sounds. what is it about sigur ros that takes me to this other place. i want to completely surround myself with these sounds. i wish we could taste sound. i wish it had color to it. it's like i almost implode on myself. i picture myself floating through my own body. swimming in my own blood stream. floating on my back navigating the twists and turns of blood vessels and artery's. being pumped through organs, carrying life to every part of my body. this music take me to somewhere incredibly peaceful, like a deserted island, a dense forest or a safe friends living room.  i am feeling creative and i want to paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-1091127919659373222?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/1091127919659373222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=1091127919659373222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/1091127919659373222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/1091127919659373222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-get-lost-in-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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-996775644760104577.post-474463356072093336</id><published>2008-01-17T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:09:46.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surely we can change by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;david&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crowder&lt;/span&gt; band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the problem is this&lt;br /&gt;We were bought with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But the cheek still turned&lt;br /&gt;Even when it wasn't hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What to do with a love like that&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to be a love like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;Is right here among us&lt;br /&gt;And hatred too&lt;br /&gt;And so we must choose&lt;br /&gt;What our hands will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain&lt;br /&gt;Let there be grace&lt;br /&gt;Where there is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Bring serenity&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid&lt;br /&gt;Help them be brave&lt;br /&gt;Where there is misery&lt;br /&gt;Bring expectancy&lt;br /&gt;And surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem it seems&lt;br /&gt;Is with you and me&lt;br /&gt;Not the Love Who came&lt;br /&gt;To repair everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain&lt;br /&gt;Let us bring grace&lt;br /&gt;Where there is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Bring serenity&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid&lt;br /&gt;Let us be brave&lt;br /&gt;Where there is misery&lt;br /&gt;Let us bring them relief&lt;br /&gt;And surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Oh, surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the world's about to change&lt;br /&gt;The whole world's about to change&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the simple truth of this song. it reminds me of what i need to be exuding in my life and what i need to be praying for.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i was struck with the truth that I (and everybody else) was made for Him. I was reading Colossians 1:16 and it just really hit me. I mean i think i knew this fact, but haven't really slowed down lately to meditate on it and on the implications of it. i am made for Him. For His pleasure and joy. I am also not His puppet. If i were God i would be very tempted to make something that did exactly what i wanted when i wanted it too. I love that God is not like that. What is the deeper meaning of the verse all things have been created by Him and for Him? What does it imply about our lives? How does He want us to respond to Him when we understand this truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-474463356072093336?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/474463356072093336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=474463356072093336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/474463356072093336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/474463356072093336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2008/01/surely-we-can-change-by-david-crowder.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996775644760104577.post-7738914071490892800</id><published>2008-01-09T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:50:59.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>then i realize that it's ok for me not to be ok right now. that Jesus knows what i am feeling. that He is weeping with me. that He calls me to lift up my eyes and fix my gaze one Him. i realize that my pain may be very real, but that by the Lord's amazing grace it won't always be like this and that in light of eternity, this is just a blip, a valley that has an end. the enemy has already lost. my pain pales in comparison to so many peoples in this world. Father open my eyes to the pain in the world. let me respond with an open, warm heart. let me respond with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-7738914071490892800?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/7738914071490892800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=7738914071490892800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/7738914071490892800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/7738914071490892800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2008/01/then-i-realize-that-its-ok-for-me-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996775644760104577.post-5487289078090651244</id><published>2007-11-11T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:55:43.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just give me Jesus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-5487289078090651244?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/5487289078090651244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=5487289078090651244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/5487289078090651244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/5487289078090651244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-give-me-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996775644760104577.post-7242104592760183369</id><published>2007-11-05T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:40:34.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/Ry-Kj8cWhTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8YrBVSIV7xQ/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/Ry-Kj8cWhTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8YrBVSIV7xQ/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129470850723382578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/Ry-J_scWhSI/AAAAAAAAACo/OcpcX4Y3EXk/s1600-h/spiderweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys6v44D7v5w/Ry-J_scWhSI/AAAAAAAAACo/OcpcX4Y3EXk/s400/spiderweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129470227953124642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love that creation screams of it's Creator. i love that God gives us these glorious glimpses of Himself and reminds us that He is God and He loves us. There is something incredibly soothing in watching a sunset or seeing the intricacies of a spider web. It makes me stop and  remember to breathe in deeply His grace and to let go. So today this me letting go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;...and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness. Eph 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/996775644760104577-7242104592760183369?l=redemptionschild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/feeds/7242104592760183369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=996775644760104577&amp;postID=7242104592760183369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/7242104592760183369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/996775644760104577/posts/default/7242104592760183369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redemptionschild.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-that-creation-screams-of-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jourdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086038085780163431</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/_Ys6v44D7v5w/Ry-Kj8cWhTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8YrBVSIV7xQ/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
