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		<title>Uploads from radoznala, tagged utata:entry=1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2013 17:41:52 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>Instamatics</title>
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&lt;p&gt;The future of photography was to flash back. Three friends since high school photography class sat in Bellevue Diner, mourning the death of Kodachrome over plates of corned beef hash. Film labs were becoming more difficult to track down with smart phone apps taking their places; Hipstamatic and Instagram flooded the Internet. They talked about their childhood memories being cast in orange hues, like photos that they found in faded albums of their parents’ attics. Think of Sunday afternoons spent listening to tinny A.M. radio hits, the smell of fresh-cut grass drifting through an open kitchen window and this is Out of Focus – the balance of analog in a digital age, the audio equivalent to a Polaroid frame.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<title>*</title>
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			<description>			&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/lisatoboz/&quot;&gt;radoznala&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
	
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisatoboz/7772549868/&quot; title=&quot;*&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7257/7772549868_109c90c496_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;234&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;*&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 02:58:02 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>Letters From the Rust Belt</title>
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			<description>			&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/lisatoboz/&quot;&gt;radoznala&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
	
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisatoboz/7022368459/&quot; title=&quot;Letters From the Rust Belt&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6047/7022368459_c36b345729_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;Letters From the Rust Belt&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Looking through mummy’s papers, I noticed that in the late '70s she listed &amp;quot;housewife&amp;quot; as her occupation. This surprised me, considering we never lived in a house – we lived in that apartment off Sharon Road, the one with the groovy plaid couch. Our neighbors thought it was weird that she gave us fire-belly toads for pets instead of a dog, and that she decided not to send me to kindergarten because she thought nuns were evil. Or how she’d blast “Parallel Lines” and sing really loud in the kitchen while she baked cookies. Or how she’d roll down all the windows in the car and yell out crazy things to people because she was so happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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You were too young to remember any of this. Everything along the rivers was closing up and falling down. Our father lost his job like most fathers lost their jobs, but that didn’t stop us from dancing.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 16:44:50 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>*</title>
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			<description>			&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/lisatoboz/&quot;&gt;radoznala&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
	
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			<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 17:47:29 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>*</title>
			<link>http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisatoboz/6044364988/</link>
			<description>			&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/lisatoboz/&quot;&gt;radoznala&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
	
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisatoboz/6044364988/&quot; title=&quot;*&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6208/6044364988_ea1c22709c_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; alt=&quot;*&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thelongwayhomediaries.com/2011/08/16/color-story/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;thelongwayhomediaries.com/2011/08/16/color-story/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 19:42:13 -0700</pubDate>
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			<title>Homesick</title>
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			<description>			&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/lisatoboz/&quot;&gt;radoznala&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
	
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisatoboz/5520867363/&quot; title=&quot;Homesick&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5299/5520867363_e5ddc86aae_m.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;229&quot; alt=&quot;Homesick&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mother and I sat in her kitchen eating apple pie the day before she died. The snow fell softly outside as I listened to the clatter of our forks, the chattering TV, her shallow breath. This is what we did each week that I visited in the last few years of her life. As she slipped more quietly away from us, the conversations became shorter, finding the right words more difficult. This is easier to bear when I think of  her death as if it were a scene in a story, but lately, this is my life.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2011 17:35:48 -0800</pubDate>
			                        <dc:date.Taken>2011-03-06T03:55:02-08:00</dc:date.Taken>
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    <media:description type="html">&lt;p&gt;My mother and I sat in her kitchen eating apple pie the day before she died. The snow fell softly outside as I listened to the clatter of our forks, the chattering TV, her shallow breath. This is what we did each week that I visited in the last few years of her life. As she slipped more quietly away from us, the conversations became shorter, finding the right words more difficult. This is easier to bear when I think of  her death as if it were a scene in a story, but lately, this is my life.&lt;/p&gt;</media:description>
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