<?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-260013679639807365</id><updated>2012-01-12T09:58:17.316-05:00</updated><category term='Heart of Darkness'/><category term='Fotog Fashion 101'/><category term='Dispatches From The Edge'/><category term='Between Heaven and Earth'/><category term='The Wonder Years'/><category term='Faces of the World'/><category term='Journals From The Front Lines'/><title type='text'>Destination: Where the F is Ron!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5794547329900576017</id><published>2012-01-12T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:58:17.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope is Within</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A little girl living in the rubble of Port Au Prince, Haiti/ Feb. 2010In  memory of the thousands that lost their lives and to the people of  Haiti who  made me believe in the power of hope, humanity, and the human  spirit.***There was a time many  years ago, when I first began doing what I do, when I thought I could  fake it--you know, cover a story somewhere and go through the emotions,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5794547329900576017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5794547329900576017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5794547329900576017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5794547329900576017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-is-within.html' title='Hope is Within'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qa0EwonwUys/Tw70K6przGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/zbazeNoYNBc/s72-c/IMG_2672-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-706245684899303659</id><published>2012-01-11T13:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:22:26.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Squirrel Finds a Nut</title><summary type='text'>PHOTO: Gracias Lentera, HondurasIt was a Sunday afternoon in rural Honduras when I snapped this shot.  I had just finished my assignment the day before and my girlfriend, Linda had just flown down to meet me there for a quick weekend get-away.   Walking down the pebble roads, I had an ice-cream in one hand, holding Linda's hand with the other.  The camera was strapped to my shoulder.Instinctively</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/706245684899303659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=706245684899303659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/706245684899303659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/706245684899303659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2012/01/blind-squirrel-finds-nut.html' title='Blind Squirrel Finds a Nut'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXPEuKdy2kg/Tw3THs0QG-I/AAAAAAAAAzc/fQMnRiP3MHI/s72-c/A39J8245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7257996583489246030</id><published>2011-11-21T18:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:39:49.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Trust Fund</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Media Team in Port Au Prince, HaitiL-R: Driver, Bodyguard 1, Dan Denardo, Javier Suarez Martin, Ron Sim, Driver, Emily Lynch, Personal Aid, David Blum, Bodyguard 2Today, when I watch reality shows like Survivor or repeat episodes of Fear Factor, I have to chuckle.  You think building a hut or sticking your hand in a tub of worms is hard?  Try treading through a minefield in rural Cambodia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7257996583489246030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7257996583489246030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7257996583489246030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7257996583489246030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2011/11/blind-trust-fund.html' title='The Blind Trust Fund'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEe6zy1mLnc/TsrutzPnq6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/vl2k2P_tnsI/s72-c/Haiti_01.26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7457811699428763902</id><published>2011-11-20T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:32:15.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Should We Care?</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Orphaned boy in Afghanistan, 2008.I have been on fast-forward for most of my life, racing to keep ahead of the demands of an ever-changing career in the media industry.  Writing has given me a chance to pause and reflect a little on myself, but mostly on the dilemmas I have faced covering shattering events around the world.I am grateful to the many people I have met who allowed a clumsy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7457811699428763902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7457811699428763902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7457811699428763902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7457811699428763902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-should-we-care.html' title='Why Should We Care?'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7goSmjeMICs/TsmlS_OZsLI/AAAAAAAAAyU/6OyVNXMDFJU/s72-c/IMG_8348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-256612832044273707</id><published>2011-10-26T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:47:20.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Friends</title><summary type='text'>Photo by Dan DenardoCurrent Location: Santa Rosa, HondurasOriginal Post Written on March 6, 2010.His name is Christian David Flores--and to me, he's my angel.Every  now and then my camera takes me to places that take my breath away,  digs deep into the depths of my soul and leaves me speechless. There are  times when I thought I'd never see anything more beautiful, that the  bounty before me is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/256612832044273707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=256612832044273707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/256612832044273707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/256612832044273707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2011/10/special-friends.html' title='Special Friends'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qnDHkR8derU/Tqi3rhtFpuI/AAAAAAAAAyI/m8NC0IuPpSk/s72-c/Ron_Christian2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1613138807694376123</id><published>2011-02-21T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:47:20.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars of the Soul</title><summary type='text'>Photo by Dan DenardoThis is a look at what goes on in the mind of a photog in the midst of fear.***Like shards of broken glass, the sharp sound of gun fire cuts through the silence of the night, echoes through the air, and into the abyss.  I sat there on that ledge in Port Au Prince that night, surrounded by darkness, engulfed in fear unlike any I had ever felt.  There's nothing more terrifying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1613138807694376123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1613138807694376123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1613138807694376123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1613138807694376123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2011/02/scars-of-soul.html' title='Scars of the Soul'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QurKVIAK5bk/TWMaLdFCoLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/bc7VZgHsNS8/s72-c/Sarorn_02.19.10_D2-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2746318385024090458</id><published>2011-01-12T20:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:44:13.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Changed</title><summary type='text'>Photo Credit: Paul EmanuelPort Au Prince, HaitiOne year ago today, my life changed.On January 12, 2010, the world was caught in rapture as the plight of millions flickered live on television screens around the globe.  And sadly, for all the wrong reasons, for a brief moment in time, a little island known as Haiti caught the attention of billions.  Within the blink of an eye over 250,000 lives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2746318385024090458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2746318385024090458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2746318385024090458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2746318385024090458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-changed.html' title='Forever Changed'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TS5v9VOk_YI/AAAAAAAAAxs/VciVR1Z-xbU/s72-c/IMG_3295-1_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3548809214096440693</id><published>2010-12-23T16:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:43:23.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World in 365</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Teenie and Weenie in Shanghai, China             With fellow photographer Dan Denardo2010 was a record year for me as I traveled to 19 countries within a 12  month period.  Here's a peak at some of the places I've gone to, what I  saw and the friendships I've made.To see the full album, please follow the link:The World in 365</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3548809214096440693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3548809214096440693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3548809214096440693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3548809214096440693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-in-365.html' title='The World in 365'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TRO_N89p8nI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Y7L0y2Awxj8/s72-c/_MG_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-9125895224402603420</id><published>2010-12-22T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:58:12.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The EGGONATOR</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Breakfast in Huzhou, China</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/9125895224402603420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=9125895224402603420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/9125895224402603420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/9125895224402603420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/12/eggonator.html' title='The EGGONATOR'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TRGShkGYbGI/AAAAAAAAAxA/A3HrbI_srck/s72-c/_MG_0278-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-21286957817709309</id><published>2010-12-07T00:26:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:54:44.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sole to Soul</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Shoe on wireWhen I was younger my mom and I would spend hours at the local discount department store--browsing and trying new and amazing products. We were new immigrants to Canada at the time--with very little money to spend, so needless to say, we spent more time trying than buying.One day, she had bought me a pair of shoes--blue with purple stripes and orange text that read "TRAXX" on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/21286957817709309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=21286957817709309' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/21286957817709309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/21286957817709309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/12/sole-to-soul.html' title='Sole to Soul'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1734876682766724360</id><published>2010-11-21T21:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:49:25.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A little boy enjoying his bowl of noodles--down to the very last dropI was in my home town of Windsor, Ontario this weekend to visit my parents--and like most weekends at home, I like to take the time to visit our local temple.  While talking to friends and local elders, I couldn't help but to notice a little boy enjoying his bowl of noodles.  In his own little corner, he confined himself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1734876682766724360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1734876682766724360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1734876682766724360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1734876682766724360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TOnZJkloR2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/4FEWGaZ6dbM/s72-c/_MG_4016-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7551380136536101739</id><published>2010-10-24T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:32:51.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of Thanks</title><summary type='text'>Photo: City Soleil, Haiti. Post Earthquake--02. 2010There is always, always, always something to be thankful for.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7551380136536101739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7551380136536101739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7551380136536101739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7551380136536101739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/10/shades-of-thanks.html' title='Shades of Thanks'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TMQ8qo9P3_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/UYtbGgfE6H4/s72-c/Haiti_Thankful_RSIM_Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4561922873962250509</id><published>2010-09-25T00:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:11:21.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMSTERRRRDAMNNN!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Photo: The streets and canals of Amsterdam at midnight."How many photographers does it take to  change a light bulb?50.One to change the bulb, and forty-nine to say,  "I could have done that!"                                                                                                    - AnonymousHave a great weekend everyone!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4561922873962250509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4561922873962250509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4561922873962250509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4561922873962250509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/09/amsterrrrdamnnn.html' title='AMSTERRRRDAMNNN!!!!!'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TJ1_Zq0sgvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/9Y7eEVtaD44/s72-c/_MG_1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8196700371725781475</id><published>2010-09-21T18:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:54:55.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Eyes of a Child</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A boy astonished by the number of pigeons in Sarajevo, Bosnia.There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a  child.  There are seven million.  ~Walt Streightiff  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8196700371725781475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8196700371725781475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8196700371725781475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8196700371725781475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-eyes-of-child.html' title='In The Eyes of a Child'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TJk3NYBdDUI/AAAAAAAAAwM/XK1tefLPq3g/s72-c/_MG_1816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6053743545012354730</id><published>2010-09-20T18:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:18:34.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Press of a Button</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A lone man sits underneath a tree in Port Au Prince, Haiti."I think a photography class should be a requirement in  all  educational programs because it makes you see the world rather than  just look at it." -Ansel AdamsA man once told me that by becoming a photographer, I'd be throwing my  life away. He looked into my eyes, put his hands on my shoulders and said  it straight to my face--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6053743545012354730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6053743545012354730' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6053743545012354730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6053743545012354730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/09/press-of-button.html' title='Press of a Button'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TJfq5YvDjuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QAqJQ8F54ks/s72-c/IMG_3166-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4090955136723946959</id><published>2010-08-04T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:11:20.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Train of Moods</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Prague, Czech Republic, 2010"Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses--which paint the world their own hue--and each shows us only what lies in its own focus."-Ralph Waldo EmersonBlogger Note:  I've been busy writing, traveling (domestic only), and working on the Haiti feature that will be launched very soon.  Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4090955136723946959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4090955136723946959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4090955136723946959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4090955136723946959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/08/train-of-moods.html' title='Train of Moods'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TFono9GYtDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/QxhOyWNveHw/s72-c/_MG_6874_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1699735042686714235</id><published>2010-07-19T21:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:36:33.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost For Words. Blinded By Hope. Determined At Will.</title><summary type='text'>Photo by Dan DenardoLocation: Port Au Prince, HaitiIt has been two weeks now since my return, and no matter how much I try, every day becomes harder and harder to assimilate back to normal life.  I've been relatively quiet lately, hiding from a world of unforgiven truths--twisting and turning in an ever changing light.  One thing I've learned from my recent trip to Haiti is that reality hurts--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1699735042686714235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1699735042686714235' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1699735042686714235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1699735042686714235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-for-words-blinded-by-hope.html' title='Lost For Words. Blinded By Hope. Determined At Will.'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TEUJaKeFA2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/izkbsvsiZ2I/s72-c/Haiti_07.02.10.233_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-751259274679222760</id><published>2010-07-07T10:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:28:48.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without A Camera</title><summary type='text'>Photo by: Dan DenardoLocation: Port Au Prince, Haiti          &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal.dotm   0   0   1   389   2221   SeaFred Productions   18   4   2727   12.0          &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/751259274679222760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=751259274679222760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/751259274679222760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/751259274679222760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/07/without-camera.html' title='Without A Camera'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TDSPf3XYrfI/AAAAAAAAAvk/w6ImGDmHfsM/s72-c/Haiti_06.30.100375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3390272910801660037</id><published>2010-06-22T17:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:17:54.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness and Beauty</title><summary type='text'>The train tracks that lead to Auschwitz Concentration Camp--Site 2.  Auschwitz, Poland.It's weird taking photo's at a place like Auschwitz.  It's beautiful yet haunting.  I'm currently on vacation in Europe .  Will write soon.Ron</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3390272910801660037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3390272910801660037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3390272910801660037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3390272910801660037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/06/darkness-and-beauty.html' title='Darkness and Beauty'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/TCEnjO-8_VI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tFGCnQgn_6Y/s72-c/_MG_7389-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6038877139696076526</id><published>2010-05-26T14:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:49:40.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog: Land of Contradictions</title><summary type='text'>




Video Note: Please excuse the  quality of this video. It is by no means a professionally done piece. I'd  like to try something new so I shot this with a flip cam and edited on my  laptop.Video Transcript:So I've been here for almost three weeks now, and no matter how I look  at India, it is to me, a land of contradictions, of darkness and beauty,  pain and reward--to those who call her home</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5324f2d1e7049741&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6038877139696076526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6038877139696076526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6038877139696076526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6038877139696076526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/05/video-blog-land-of-contradictions.html' title='Video Blog: Land of Contradictions'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5245511960054244399</id><published>2010-05-19T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:49:52.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>India Young and Old</title><summary type='text'>I am currently filming in India and will be here until the end of May.  I hope this finds you well.  To view the full album entitled Intimate India, please feel free to add me on Facebook by clicking on the link to your right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5245511960054244399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5245511960054244399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5245511960054244399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5245511960054244399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/05/india-young-and-old.html' title='India Young and Old'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S_RAKplFJWI/AAAAAAAAAvU/LlviTYjG3aQ/s72-c/IMG_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3833777218140193040</id><published>2010-05-09T18:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:02:23.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma, I Love You</title><summary type='text'>Dear Momma,We've come a long, long way, momma--from fear and starvation to hope and happiness.  And through it all, it is because of you--because you refused to let go, to be blinded by war and wreckage, hatred and evil.  You see what others overlook.  You feel when so many cannot--which is why, momma, in a world of kings, you are my queen.I'm writing to you, momma, 9000 miles away--but no matter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3833777218140193040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3833777218140193040' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3833777218140193040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3833777218140193040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/05/momma-i-love-you.html' title='Momma, I Love You'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3412699061049202650</id><published>2010-05-06T02:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:12:36.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Pack For Foreign Assignments</title><summary type='text'>       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal.dotm   0   0   1   621   3540   SeaFred Productions   29   7   4347   12.0          &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3412699061049202650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3412699061049202650' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3412699061049202650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3412699061049202650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-pack-for-foreign-assignments.html' title='How To Pack For Foreign Assignments'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S-Jc380JJ2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/dJwtzqk5P_k/s72-c/IMG_5599-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7637872661047330950</id><published>2010-04-28T20:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:22:10.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy I'll Never Forget</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A boy and his sister in Port Au Prince, Haiti."There are always two people in every photograph, the subject and the photographer." -Ansel AdamsIt has been one month since I walked the streets of Port Au Prince with my camera.  A month ago today, I ventured into the heart of darkness, of devastation and human suffering. So today, I went through my photo's, and there was one that instantly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7637872661047330950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7637872661047330950' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7637872661047330950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7637872661047330950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/04/boy-ill-never-forget.html' title='The Boy I&apos;ll Never Forget'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S9jXIabV7HI/AAAAAAAAAus/C9uvcKYkxBk/s72-c/IMG_2976_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3702423530159343862</id><published>2010-04-21T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:00:52.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World In Your Living Room</title><summary type='text'>It was a Saturday afternoon just like any other.  Having just returned from a foreign assignment, I was devoid of civilization--and like many Saturday's in my home town, there wasn't much to do.  So being the geek that I am, I ventured into the nearest electronic store to see what new gadgets I could find.  Walking aisle by aisle, I skimmed every product with a fine-toothed comb.  Many things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3702423530159343862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3702423530159343862' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3702423530159343862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3702423530159343862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-in-your-living-room.html' title='The World In Your Living Room'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5824055791058168483</id><published>2010-04-19T21:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:19:07.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Behind The Camera</title><summary type='text'> Photo courtesy of John Narvalis2010 CSC Awards, Toronto Canada“I was born in a refugee camp along the Thailand and Cambodia border. Every morning, I’d awake to the image of a man behind a camera. Wiping my eyes, I’d see him clearly, in perfect focus as he focused his lens. They were filming the movie The Killing Fields outside my tent. And at that very moment, at the age of three, I wanted to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5824055791058168483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5824055791058168483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5824055791058168483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5824055791058168483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/04/man-behind-camera.html' title='Man Behind The Camera'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S80ELcIyEGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aNli9Z1_GJ0/s72-c/Ron_CSC_Med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7246758309555455915</id><published>2010-03-30T15:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:52:32.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Wind Howls, I Hear Their Cries</title><summary type='text'> Photo by: Paul Emanuel / City Soleil, Haiti.Sorry. I've been in hiding lately. Not from anything or anyone, of course, but mainly from myself--my own emotions after returning from a land left raveled by nature, scorched and scathed by a world of uncertainty.I don't know what happened, really, but upon returning, I felt the need to disconnect--to find myself again and live life upon a world in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7246758309555455915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7246758309555455915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7246758309555455915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7246758309555455915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-wind-howls-i-hear-their-cries.html' title='When The Wind Howls, I Hear Their Cries'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S7JyIUwiZmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/LxHL2fAGjGU/s72-c/IMG_3295-1_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7421376766526880399</id><published>2010-03-15T21:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:49:51.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dispatches From The Edge'/><title type='text'>Dispatches: Photog In Peril</title><summary type='text'> Photo by D2 PhotographyThere’s a welcoming breeze tonight. Gentle and calm, just enough to brush the whiskers of your arm—cool and collective. In my tent, I’m typing to you via a satellite internet connection from the safe house I’m staying at. Communication is slow, banks are closed, grocery stores are merely open long enough to keep items in stock from those who can afford to shop. All the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7421376766526880399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7421376766526880399' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7421376766526880399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7421376766526880399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/03/dispatches-photog-in-peril.html' title='Dispatches: Photog In Peril'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S57l-2ti7XI/AAAAAAAAAuU/WuonhYeIc9s/s72-c/Sarorn_02.19.10_D2-48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6783433563937659035</id><published>2010-03-12T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:26:05.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dispatches From The Edge'/><title type='text'>Dispatches: City Soliel</title><summary type='text'> Cell Phone Photo: Driving through City Soleil, March 11, 2010I'm emotionally drained, physically exhausted. Too tired to think, too weak to talk. The day went by fast. Too many thoughts, too little time.I'm not going to explain to you the disaster, nor am I going to show you images of people suffering. Truth is, I'm sick of seeing it on mainstream media, and I'm sure you are too. That's not why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6783433563937659035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6783433563937659035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6783433563937659035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6783433563937659035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/03/dispatches-city-soliel.html' title='Dispatches: City Soliel'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S5pjmOh22FI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KpsgbmRogeI/s72-c/24896_10150147679525537_894760536_11420424_6332394_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-920249904006351784</id><published>2010-03-10T20:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:06:44.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dispatches From The Edge'/><title type='text'>Dispatches: Haiti Flight 1291</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Passengers on board flight 1291 try to get a glimpse of Port Au Prince from the air as the plane slowly descends.At 35,000 feet, the plane fell silent. The hum of a jet engine filled the cabin as children slept, mothers and fathers sat there staring into the abyss as if the seat in front of them held their fortune. To my left, a lady sat there twitching her thumb, head held low—neither </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/920249904006351784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=920249904006351784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/920249904006351784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/920249904006351784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/03/dispatches-haiti-flight-1291.html' title='Dispatches: Haiti Flight 1291'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S5hdowVBJdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OovNOWO_wBc/s72-c/IMG_0308-1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1681693040820918778</id><published>2010-03-08T01:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:26:06.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Essay: Santa Rosa de Copan</title><summary type='text'>"Baby Fan" "Forever Young" "Street Fighter""Spicy" "Growing Old"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1681693040820918778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1681693040820918778' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1681693040820918778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1681693040820918778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/03/photo-essay-santa-rosa-de-copan.html' title='Photo Essay: Santa Rosa de Copan'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S5SUQKiizJI/AAAAAAAAAts/5I_NHbOxzdA/s72-c/IMG_2461-1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8999656871814535287</id><published>2010-03-06T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:47:18.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile of Hope</title><summary type='text'>Photo: All smiles for Christian as he is being fitted for a prosthetic limb.Current Location: Santa Rosa, HondurasHis name is Christian David Flores--and to me, he's my angel.Every now and then my camera takes me to places that take my breath away, digs deep into the depths of my soul and leaves me speechless. There are times when I thought I'd never see anything more beautiful, that the bounty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8999656871814535287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8999656871814535287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8999656871814535287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8999656871814535287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-of-hope.html' title='The Smile of Hope'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S5LmPky0xgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fMPpfX4o-lc/s72-c/Christian_Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4075603994455478443</id><published>2010-02-28T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:28:58.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Column's of Fame</title><summary type='text'>Cinematographer Heading to HaitiBy Ted Shaw--The Windsor Star February 26, 2010Windsor's Sarorn (Ron) Sim is donating his talent with a camera to relief efforts in Haiti.The 29-year-old filmmaker will volunteer his services to record the efforts of several Non-Government Organizations, or NGOs, in the earthquake-ravaged country.The film will then be turned over free-of-charge to the NGOs for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4075603994455478443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4075603994455478443' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4075603994455478443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4075603994455478443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-columns-of-fame.html' title='Two Column&apos;s of Fame'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S4s0Nqn_4NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/A2bX-4i8zhE/s72-c/Article.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8880514703377395046</id><published>2010-02-22T18:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:26:01.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of Fate</title><summary type='text'>Photo by: D2 PhotographySometimes, I wonder if I'm the person I was born to be, if the life I've lived really is the one I was meant to, or if it is some half life--a mutation engineered by fate, cobbled together by the will to live.In my life, I've seen beauty. I've seen the sun paint the desert, the ocean ebb and flow to the sound of crashing waves in the distance, the rise and fall of water </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8880514703377395046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8880514703377395046' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8880514703377395046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8880514703377395046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/02/shadows-of-fate.html' title='Shadows of Fate'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S4M8qM-IhbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1Jx--2APvvs/s72-c/Sssrorn_02_19_10_D2-116_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-515033575543267156</id><published>2010-02-17T20:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:45:35.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Touch an Angel</title><summary type='text'> Photo: Along the Pakistan/Afghanistan border. 2008."Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work. " --Mother TeresaBlogger note: I'm currently packing for an assignment in Haiti and Honduras. I hope this finds you well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/515033575543267156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=515033575543267156' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/515033575543267156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/515033575543267156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-touch-angel.html' title='To Touch an Angel'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S3yWYXdyL3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/V8vWSuOocV8/s72-c/IMG_8374-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-797925518741232696</id><published>2010-02-14T11:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:00:07.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for Lily</title><summary type='text'> Photo: Ron and Lily, 1986Note: For those who do not know the history of me and Lily, please read here on a previous post entitled: My GirlDear Lily,Today is Valentines day, and for some devine reason, I awoke this morning with you on my mind. Last night, I dreamt of you, felt cupids arrows puncture the bottom of my bum--and when I looked down, I saw none other than you. It reminded me of when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/797925518741232696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=797925518741232696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/797925518741232696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/797925518741232696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-is-for-lily.html' title='L is for Lily'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S3gi58ukqYI/AAAAAAAAAsc/TVrKbxmWr5E/s72-c/Lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-382027876878562135</id><published>2010-02-09T21:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:54:28.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Expedition</title><summary type='text'>It's a blistering minus 20 degrees as we ventured onto the frozen tundra of Northern Ontario, Canada. I'm with two of my closest friends: College roommate Steve and childhood buddy Yean--and together, we've decided to test our man-hood...or in my case, luck.We've talked about this trip for years, but due to a hectic work and travel schedule, this trip was postponed year after year--until now. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/382027876878562135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=382027876878562135' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/382027876878562135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/382027876878562135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-expedition.html' title='Winter Expedition'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S3Iah_wkklI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Ukw6EzMBGW4/s72-c/IMG_0303-1_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6945453270912464346</id><published>2010-01-29T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:18:20.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity in Haiti</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Cindy Terasme screams after seeing the feet of her dead 14-year-old brother Jean Gaelle Dersmorne in the rubble of the collapsed St. Gerard School in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Thursday. Photo Credit: AP/Gerald HerbertA very good friend of mine phoned me the other day after viewing some disturbing images from Haiti. Her voice trembled in horror--and after describing to me in detail the images </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6945453270912464346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6945453270912464346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6945453270912464346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6945453270912464346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/01/humanity-in-haiti.html' title='Humanity in Haiti'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S2JuB17Al3I/AAAAAAAAArk/-z4lFTogego/s72-c/nu-Haiti2_434506gm-f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4835115994648872002</id><published>2010-01-17T13:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:03:05.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Refugee to Reverie</title><summary type='text'>It’s cold. The air lingers silently around me, caressing me, permeating into every pore of my body. I awoke this morning to the darkness of night, stars glistened through my window as I laid there in reverie—in bed, wondering what today may bring.Sometimes, while in the midst of waking, I’d get flashbacks of days gone by—moments that defined me, shaped and molded me to become the man I am today. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4835115994648872002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4835115994648872002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4835115994648872002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4835115994648872002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-refugee-to-reverie.html' title='From Refugee to Reverie'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7179405996042583418</id><published>2010-01-14T09:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:42:45.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Capturing The Olympic Flame</title><summary type='text'>It's 8am, and as the frigid-arctic air permeates through my layers of clothing, I'm being ushered into the media zone to go over the "do's and dont's" of covering the 2010 Olympic Torch Relay.Security is tight around the flame. Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) officers dressed in running outfits guard the flame at all times as it travels from street to street, community to community--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7179405996042583418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7179405996042583418' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7179405996042583418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7179405996042583418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/01/capturing-olympic-flame.html' title='Capturing The Olympic Flame'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S084Be5kusI/AAAAAAAAAq0/N3m3SKh2B0E/s72-c/Sequence+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1111861157362978409</id><published>2010-01-07T22:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:41:02.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Relaxed and ALIVE!</title><summary type='text'> Photo: "Photog on road"You know, relaxing is weird. It's like being on this never-ending high of nothing-ness--just random thoughts going through your head--in one ear out the other type stuff. Man, I've been on vacation since getting back from my assignment in South East Asia, and ever since then I've been doing absolutely NOTHING!I've been waking up every morning with this eery feeling--hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1111861157362978409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1111861157362978409' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1111861157362978409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1111861157362978409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-relaxed-and-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Relaxed and ALIVE!'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/S0a3QTKIH-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/Bls4c_mJZTg/s72-c/road-photographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-82090100836076609</id><published>2009-12-29T06:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:34:13.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What Friends Are For</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Two boys double-riding to school. Lahore, Pakistan 2009."Lean on me, when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on, for it won't be long, 'til I'm going to need somebody to lean on."- "Lean On Me" By Bill Withers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/82090100836076609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=82090100836076609' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/82090100836076609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/82090100836076609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends Are For'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SznmxuS5hNI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Uo82mKZdBzg/s72-c/IMG_8211-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3786001761672493705</id><published>2009-12-28T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:02:49.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foam Sword Fights</title><summary type='text'> Photo: Yes, that there is me going for the kill as I fight my way through Camp Rondo with producer extraordinaire and college roommate Steven Bray.I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I've been enjoying my time with family and friends--and as I'm going through all the photo's from my personal point and shoot camera, this one stood out most.You see, Steve and I were college roommates--so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3786001761672493705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3786001761672493705' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3786001761672493705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3786001761672493705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/foam-sword-fights.html' title='Foam Sword Fights'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Szjq6eavEHI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mpG-Vzrg3hc/s72-c/IMG_1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8011818920222895675</id><published>2009-12-24T05:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:36:53.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And So This Is Christmas</title><summary type='text'> Photo: A night time salesman selling what he tells me are "Christmas Balloons" in Ho-Chi-Minh City, Vietnam.It's 3AM, and on the eve of Christmas, I'm awake--twisting and turning, slowly adjusting to time zones of days past. Arriving home a mere 72 hours earlier, my mind slowly grinds to a halt--no longer fueled by fear, aided by adrenaline. I'm at ease today. For the first time in almost six </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8011818920222895675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8011818920222895675' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8011818920222895675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8011818920222895675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-so-this-is-christmas.html' title='And So This Is Christmas'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SzNQCRxo82I/AAAAAAAAApo/jrKXMQgigPM/s72-c/IMG_1284-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8450323703417187926</id><published>2009-12-16T12:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:36:47.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkhood</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A Buddhist monk takes in the sights and sounds of the annual Kings Birthday celebrations in Bangkok, Thailand. I always love taking pictures of monks--and I don't know why. The way they look with their bald heads make them mysterious yet intriguing. Their wardrobe is simple yet intricate in its own way. Here's a shot of a monk enjoying the festivities in Thailand last week. I'm currently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8450323703417187926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8450323703417187926' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8450323703417187926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8450323703417187926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/monkhood.html' title='Monkhood'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SykaGSd8bnI/AAAAAAAAApg/hLucf7OWVcI/s72-c/IMG_4510-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1056345212430489318</id><published>2009-12-14T11:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:39:37.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A little girl proudly waves her Thai flags at the King's birthday celebration, December 10, 2009.I had a very long day today filming in rural villages along the Mekong Delta region of Vietnam.  Will write more about my journey in Vietnam in a later post.  I'll leave you with a snapshot of a little girl in Thailand trying to give me the peace sign.  This was taken last week at the annual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1056345212430489318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1056345212430489318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1056345212430489318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1056345212430489318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SyZowc5ekyI/AAAAAAAAApY/sKMsRv3S-Q8/s72-c/IMG_1185-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1098083632253229232</id><published>2009-12-10T00:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:09:47.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Thru A Lens</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Flowers mark the site of a school demolished by the earthquake in Sichuan Province, China.It was just after 7am when I awoke in our vehicle. Looking out the window, it was as if I had died and gone to hell. Buildings were torn, ripped apart, left to slowly crumble in the aftermath of natures fury. It's truly surreal to see such destruction with your very own eyes--naked to the truth, privy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1098083632253229232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1098083632253229232' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1098083632253229232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1098083632253229232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears-thru-lens.html' title='Tears Thru A Lens'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SyNBrm9l7TI/AAAAAAAAApI/CQpcgcFNl70/s72-c/IMG_0645-1_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2942231603679431007</id><published>2009-12-01T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:44:15.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Interogation</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently 2 hours outside of Chengdu City, about a 3 hour flight east of Shanghai. I'm on my way to the area in Sichuan province where the earthquake last year had hit hardest. But as I'm finding out this morning, my translator and I are running into one political roadblock after another. Every district we enter, we are asked to step into a government office to be questioned, meet the local </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2942231603679431007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2942231603679431007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2942231603679431007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2942231603679431007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/12/chinese-interogation.html' title='Chinese Interogation'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2473779188512661323</id><published>2009-11-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:33:37.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From China</title><summary type='text'>Dear friends,I'm currently in Shanghai, China. The wearher here is freezing compared to the tropics of Thailand. Sporting a light jacket, I can feel the wind rushing up against my body. Must buy a sweater.Its hard to properly pack for such varying climates, especially when you try to pack as light as possible--and for me, considering all my equipment, packing light is 5 bags or less.To my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2473779188512661323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2473779188512661323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2473779188512661323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2473779188512661323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-china.html' title='From China'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5794770276621681531</id><published>2009-11-26T03:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:43:21.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours In My Shoes</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Two celestial Thai dancers performing for the camera, Bangkok Thailand.It's 5Am and I'm awake in Bangkok, Thailand. Working for a U.S based company makes it extremely hard to communicate back to HQ when you've got a 12 hour time difference, so on some nights, I'd either stay up late or wake up extra early if I need to relay back and fourth--especially when decisions need to be made ASAP.My</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5794770276621681531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5794770276621681531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5794770276621681531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5794770276621681531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-hours-in-my-shoes.html' title='24 Hours In My Shoes'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sw5T2Xn30tI/AAAAAAAAAog/RcrnesOP3Ws/s72-c/IMG_0372_Correctedweb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2715529561833489689</id><published>2009-11-23T20:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:19:26.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Reflection</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Floating village in Pataya, ThailandCurrent Location: Rayong, ThailandAs a child, unable to sleep, I'd sneak out of bed, tip-toe through complete darkness--and some how, find my way to our living room. Turning on the tube, I'd bathe in its glow as flickering lines of light painted images through the retina of my eyes. Alone, I'd sit in silence, caught in rapture at how the world seemed so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2715529561833489689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2715529561833489689' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2715529561833489689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2715529561833489689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-reflection.html' title='In Reflection'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sws548AK_xI/AAAAAAAAAoY/bYj8C1Q9rJ0/s72-c/IMG_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5173222579477800890</id><published>2009-11-18T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:06:59.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Chiang Mai With Love</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Chiang Mai, ThailandYou know, one would think I'd be used to traveling by now--used to the constant barrage of airport traffic, lost luggage and shifting time zones--but in all honesty, the more I travel, the harder it gets. When I think about it, I can't help but fathom the fact that nothing is ever routine. Every destination is different--which requires a unique mindset for each location</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5173222579477800890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5173222579477800890' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5173222579477800890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5173222579477800890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-chiang-mai-with-love.html' title='From Chiang Mai With Love'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SwRE5RwQs9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kFqMyteq_lo/s72-c/IMG_2346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1313253591811733576</id><published>2009-11-10T21:47:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:21:15.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest We Forget</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Afghanistan, 2005From a distance, you can smell the bodies before you even saw them. Truth is, when you're in a war zone, you stop seeing altogether. Other senses kick in before vision.It was January 2005, on a desolate stretch of road about sixty miles north of Kandahar. They were lying in a row, partially hidden in a field of golden grass. From inside our Humvee, at first, I thought it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1313253591811733576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1313253591811733576' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1313253591811733576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1313253591811733576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We Forget'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SvomQxudCgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nV_4pA_CfXg/s72-c/IMG_2307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-525558135984459883</id><published>2009-11-05T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:12:04.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motion</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A lady blowing bubbles for her children at the annual Ganesh Chaturthi Festival in Mumbai, India 2009.Lately, I've been hurtling across oceans from one country to the next,one time zone after another. I'm starting to believe that motion is what keeps me alive.But coming home, always meant calming down. Emptying my pockets, I'd pull out a handful of boarding passes, crushed-up receipts and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/525558135984459883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=525558135984459883' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/525558135984459883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/525558135984459883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/11/motion.html' title='Motion'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SvOBMfR-jEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/S-wSOC7MRKY/s72-c/IMG_8754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-225758515858838764</id><published>2009-10-31T12:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:36:43.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life for a Lens</title><summary type='text'>Photo:  A lone man watches the ocean amidst the trash left behind by attendees of the annual Ganesh Chaturthi Festival in Mumbai, India 2009.As a photographer, I spend most of my time alone. I meet random strangers in airports and airplanes, city markets and hotel lobbies. There really isn't anything glamorous in what I do--it just sounds interesting to the naked ear.For years, I've tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/225758515858838764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=225758515858838764' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/225758515858838764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/225758515858838764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-for-lens.html' title='Life for a Lens'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SuxeyoCXR3I/AAAAAAAAAnw/N8B7uyxixic/s72-c/IMG_8712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7199001116415531707</id><published>2009-10-28T05:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:12:16.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Lebanon</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently in Paris, France en-route to my next assignment in Vancouver, Canada. I've spent the last eight days in Lebanon--in and out of various cities and villages. I went to Lebanon on various assignments--one of which was to train young photographers on how to work in hostile environments. But in a world of contradictions, Lebanon is both beautiful and fragile, yet full of adventure at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7199001116415531707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7199001116415531707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7199001116415531707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7199001116415531707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-in-lebanon.html' title='Life in Lebanon'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SugPAALGYMI/AAAAAAAAAng/KIpWuoUyahY/s72-c/IMG_9338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2074998800839450163</id><published>2009-10-20T02:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:16:56.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane...Again.</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrorw morning I depart for Beirut, Lebanon.  I'll update you soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2074998800839450163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2074998800839450163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2074998800839450163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2074998800839450163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaving-on-jet-planeagain.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane...Again.'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/St1VgjvRQVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/YLam6YMn95k/s72-c/IMG_9228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3044224049493134303</id><published>2009-10-15T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:04:57.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A World of One</title><summary type='text'> Photo: A single home sitting on stilts, off the coast of Nias Island, Indonesia 2009. This post is dedicated to my dear friends in Brazil: Fernao Silveira and his lovely wife Bianca, their beautiful parents Antonio Jose Rossi and Teresa Dos Santos Rossi. For they have taught me so much during my last assignment.Sometimes, when I put my camera down and take just a few steps back, the world before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3044224049493134303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3044224049493134303' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3044224049493134303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3044224049493134303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-of-one.html' title='A World of One'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Stdf4prAJKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8_mbNoRrOEQ/s72-c/IMG_0968web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5479890577810358140</id><published>2009-10-06T13:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:23:25.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need For Words</title><summary type='text'> Photo: School boys in Bahia, Brazil, 2009.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5479890577810358140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5479890577810358140' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5479890577810358140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5479890577810358140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-need-for-words.html' title='No Need For Words'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sst7W0zpbyI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Znp62sY0FFo/s72-c/Escola_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4696352325620989540</id><published>2009-10-02T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:44:21.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Prayers: Samoa and Indonesia</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Off the coast of Banda Aceh, Indonesia--March 2009.Currently in Guarajua, Brazil.I awoke this morning to the sun peeking through my hotel window. Looking out, I saw the haze setting in, streaks of light glistened and danced through openings in the cloud. The morning traffic had already started without me. Engines roared through the streets of Sao Paulo while I laid still, motionless--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4696352325620989540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4696352325620989540' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4696352325620989540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4696352325620989540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-prayers-samoa-and-indonesia.html' title='In My Prayers: Samoa and Indonesia'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SsZ_sjTu5aI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GkjAFd7oLWY/s72-c/IMG_1239_Angel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5629330447005529327</id><published>2009-09-28T22:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:39:12.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Artist is Driven By Demons?</title><summary type='text'> Photo by: Fernao SilveiraFilming in Downtown Sao Paulo, BrazilThe days are long and the nights, are just not long enough. Waking up, I'm lost--dazed and confused in a myriad of motion, scrambling for time, searching for reason, settling for the rhythmic beat of life behind a lens. Leaving my hotel room, I run through a gauntlet of vacationers, maids and matrons of wealth and fame. I hear them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5629330447005529327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5629330447005529327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5629330447005529327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5629330447005529327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/09/artist-is-driven-by-demons.html' title='An Artist is Driven By Demons?'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SsF5_tkjypI/AAAAAAAAAmg/5PHkjgV1Vjc/s72-c/IMG_1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4714791597437686769</id><published>2009-09-21T19:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:19:48.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired of Being Blamed!</title><summary type='text'>This is what happens when the graphic designer at work gets a hold of your profile picture. Pretty good, eh? I sure would love to read that article entitled "I'm not a womanizer, I'm in love." Anyone happen to pick this issue up from the newsstands?I'm currently on foreign assignment--writing to you from Dallas, Texas, en-route to Sao Paulo, Brazil. I'll update soon when I'm on location.Be well!-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4714791597437686769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4714791597437686769' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4714791597437686769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4714791597437686769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-tired-of-being-blamed.html' title='I&apos;m Tired of Being Blamed!'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SrgIyTylXLI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TDlIciv09CA/s72-c/jon-gosselin-ron-sim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6351933215034373389</id><published>2009-09-15T20:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:05:35.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will Become Of Me</title><summary type='text'> Photo: In the jungles of Honduras, December 2008.After every major assignment, my boss and I have a sit down meeting to discuss the mission, debrief on the events that unfolded and catch up on loose-ends. I sit at one end of the room, he sits at the other, and eye to eye, we talk story, logistics, the economics of our trade, and most of all--life in general.But after this past assignment in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6351933215034373389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6351933215034373389' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6351933215034373389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6351933215034373389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-become-of-me.html' title='What Will Become Of Me'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SrAq8HxCm0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-F2HRH6PXdQ/s72-c/IMG_0129web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7844586092736721882</id><published>2009-09-14T18:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:17:13.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Behind the Scenes: India/Pakistan</title><summary type='text'> When it's too crowded to set up shop, you improvise. Smiling for my camera. My extended family.More than one ass here. He who wears a hat like Ed is askin' for trouble.Call them if you have problems.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7844586092736721882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7844586092736721882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7844586092736721882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7844586092736721882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/09/behind-scenes-indiapakistan.html' title='Behind the Scenes: India/Pakistan'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sq62yDK6EKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n4Co8QrEHk0/s72-c/IMG_7949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3884674232360217358</id><published>2009-09-07T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:17:44.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Into The Heart of Darkness (Pt 3 of 3)</title><summary type='text'>Blogger Note:I'm not a war junky, nor I thrill seeker. I'm not a writer nor poet, philosopher nor philanthropist. I'm just an average guy off the street, a fellow tax payer, common citizen, and a disgruntled Walmart shopper. I am just a man behind his lens--trying desperately to tell a story--a story that cannot be left untold. It is my duty, my calling and my obligation to tell these stories--to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3884674232360217358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3884674232360217358' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3884674232360217358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3884674232360217358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/09/into-heart-of-darkness-pt-3-of-3.html' title='Into The Heart of Darkness (Pt 3 of 3)'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SqTJt1CxMEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fA8JGxENQCo/s72-c/IMG_8348web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6031819614534189911</id><published>2009-09-01T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:18:14.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Into The Heart of Darkness (Pt 2 of 3)</title><summary type='text'>Blogger Note:Landing deep into the tribal regions of Pakistan, producer Ed and I are greeted by a team of locals that will take us to our final destination--a remote village to cover a story that will forever linger in my mind, kept alive in my prayers, and cherished in the chambers of my heart. It's a mission that remains classified online, but if you were to one day look me in the eye, I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6031819614534189911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6031819614534189911' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6031819614534189911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6031819614534189911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/09/into-heart-of-darkness-pt-2-of-3.html' title='Into The Heart of Darkness (Pt 2 of 3)'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sp1vAkI3GDI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7gqLvxd2cSg/s72-c/IMG_8406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3736307560527224828</id><published>2009-08-28T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:50:08.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of Darkness'/><title type='text'>Into The Heart of Darkness (Pt. 1 of 3)</title><summary type='text'>Blogger note: The following are actual events that unfolded during my assignment in Pakistan last week. The stories are true. The people are real. The fear is un-imaginable. But for the safety and well-being of those who accompanied me--and those who continue to risk their lives everyday in Pakistan, I cannot share with you my exact locations, disclose real names, nor write in detail the reason </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3736307560527224828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3736307560527224828' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3736307560527224828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3736307560527224828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/08/into-heart-of-darkness-pt-1-of-3.html' title='Into The Heart of Darkness (Pt. 1 of 3)'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SpggoAyq2vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3QkeMB2sreo/s72-c/IMG_8023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7364347248675812805</id><published>2009-08-16T21:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:59:23.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WalMart Smackdown</title><summary type='text'>If readers of this blog get the notion that sometimes I'm one tough SOB, then they should consider themselves perceptive. Heck, maybe even take it up a notch and go for psychic!Yeah, that's right, I'm tough--I'm just one lean-mean photog machine, out to save the world from the brink of destruction--one frame at a time. I've seen the best of man, the worse of man--the richest and the poorest--the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7364347248675812805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7364347248675812805' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7364347248675812805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7364347248675812805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/08/wal-mart-smackdown.html' title='WalMart Smackdown'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5464518599114406702</id><published>2009-08-11T18:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:00:58.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Thru A Lens</title><summary type='text'> Photo: Covering a feature story on Tsunami releif in Indonesia.When you view life through a camera, your world changes. It twists and turns in a way that can never be mapped, never defined nor labeled. The camera becomes you, and you become it--a marriage of mind and glass, a symphony of light and magic.As a photographer, I see the world in frames, in shadows and reflections. Sometimes, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5464518599114406702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5464518599114406702' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5464518599114406702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5464518599114406702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear-thru-lens.html' title='Fear Thru A Lens'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SoIT-AkBCTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PwO3ZhuhICg/s72-c/IMG_1342_web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-3791798995744099241</id><published>2009-08-07T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:57:41.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy</title><summary type='text'>Photo: A little boy stares at my camera. Samoa, 2009. There was a time in my life when all things were fundamental, raw and rugged, yet rich in culture and succulent in flavor. I didn't have a care in the world. I was young. Guided by faith, nurtured by hope.In school, I'd have nothing but a pencil in my pocket, a few sheets of folded scrap paper for notes and maybe a dollar or two for lunch. I'd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/3791798995744099241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=3791798995744099241' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3791798995744099241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/3791798995744099241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy.html' title='The Boy'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sntf95FORcI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wIom8ah-0ls/s72-c/IMG_9699_Web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8480343294172309818</id><published>2009-07-29T19:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:59:38.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Smiles</title><summary type='text'> Photo: A little girl in Accra, Ghana 2008.Dear readers,I apologize for the lack of posts as of late. Since I've been back in the office, I've been playing catch-up on many things--and at the same time, I'm planning for my next assignment. In the meantime, I hope this message finds you well.Keep smilin' because the world is beautiful...and so are you!Take care,Ron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8480343294172309818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8480343294172309818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8480343294172309818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8480343294172309818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-smiles.html' title='All Smiles'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SnDhjIcaIBI/AAAAAAAAAko/mTjchjYCclg/s72-c/IMG_9666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8964134075693409244</id><published>2009-07-23T03:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:30:47.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><summary type='text'>It's just before 4am and I'm still awake. The ambiance from my laptop brightens up my entire room, casting shadows of me on my empty walls--reminding me of how the moon glistened over the South Pacific on a clear, breezy night.From afar, I remember seeing the waves rolling in, faintly losing its force as it merely reached the shores. And like a child waiting for his turn on the swing, I smiled to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8964134075693409244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8964134075693409244' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8964134075693409244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8964134075693409244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-983338778721047590</id><published>2009-07-21T22:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:15:38.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Heading Home</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/983338778721047590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=983338778721047590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/983338778721047590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/983338778721047590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-heading-home.html' title='I&apos;m Heading Home'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8670073701291625121</id><published>2009-07-19T00:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:07:17.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Damn Tired</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Filming a sunrise on remote island in Hawaii.When I started this blog, my goal was to take you behind my lens, to show what it's like to live the life of a photographer, to see and feel, touch and taste--virtually, my experiences. And by doing so, I've opened to you my heart, my emotions at its darkest hours, and my soul. Yet, as I'm sitting here typing, my mind is in an utterly-sublime </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8670073701291625121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8670073701291625121' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8670073701291625121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8670073701291625121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-damn-tired.html' title='Too Damn Tired'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SmK1nNrW98I/AAAAAAAAAkg/LNLJvXdM72I/s72-c/Ron_Sihlo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1079772487632714406</id><published>2009-07-12T05:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:08:26.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Traveler</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Filming on the lava fields of Samoa.Current Location: On Assignment in Melbourne, AustraliaOn this journey, I've seen stars fly graciously through the night, felt the warm-tropic breeze flicker the hair on my arms, saw sunset and sunrise, and watched in rapture as the moon glistened brightly above the ocean floor. I listened to the waves as it crashed ashore, saw the rolling tides go back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1079772487632714406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1079772487632714406' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1079772487632714406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1079772487632714406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonely-traveller.html' title='Lonely Traveler'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SlpQns8gqRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LF5Q0tO-XPg/s72-c/IMG_9891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1051685531397247755</id><published>2009-07-03T01:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:11:22.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prime Minister and I</title><summary type='text'>Photo: Ron Sim and the Honourable Tuila'epa Sailele Malielegaoi, Prime Minister of Samoa.You know, there comes a time in everyone’s life when things “just happen,” stars align and the sun and the moon match perfectly in an orchestrated harmony of events that no one can really explain how or why it happens. It “just happens.” There’s no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it!So when the Prime Minister (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1051685531397247755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1051685531397247755' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1051685531397247755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1051685531397247755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/prime-minister-and-i.html' title='The Prime Minister and I'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sk2ayIgfLbI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NvdvwJ6pUrs/s72-c/ronandpm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7887149883107317833</id><published>2009-07-01T00:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:46:15.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Matter of Photogenicology</title><summary type='text'>(Currently on foreign assignment in Samoa.)Sorry, but I'm going to vent a little on this blog of mine. But don't worry, it's nothing offensive--just a case of being at the right place at the wrong time.It all started this morning when I woke up in my triple-bed hotel room. Walking into the bathroom with no lights on, I literally stepped into the bowl that so graciously represents my toilet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7887149883107317833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7887149883107317833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7887149883107317833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7887149883107317833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/07/mad-photog.html' title='Just A Matter of Photogenicology'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6202217891622025038</id><published>2009-06-29T18:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:09:26.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe in Samoa</title><summary type='text'>I’ve just arrived, and already, it has been a long journey.Having spent the last two days in flight (with one stopover in Los Angeles), I can feel my body grinding to a halt, slowly adjusting to the ever changing ebb and flow of my internal clock. I’m tired. My mind is telling me that it’s bed time, but as I walked off the plane, the sun permeates through my pores with unrelenting heat.A bright </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6202217891622025038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6202217891622025038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6202217891622025038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6202217891622025038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/06/safe-in-samoa.html' title='Safe in Samoa'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6256781209480111289</id><published>2009-06-26T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:36:31.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><summary type='text'>At night, just before I close my eyes and put myself to rest, I think of them--the family that fed me in the jungle, the little boy that played peek-a-boo with my camera, or the old man in India that talked to me about the U.S Presidential election by simply saying the only two foreign names he knew: "McCain, Obama." And when I asked him who he would vote for if he could, he simply shook his head</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6256781209480111289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6256781209480111289' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6256781209480111289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6256781209480111289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SkRMtOr1xSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5eK2RsxP0eI/s72-c/IMG_9681BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5120378067703307430</id><published>2009-06-19T20:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:09:44.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog Post</title><summary type='text'>For the first time ever, a video blog from yours truly. I'm embarassed! It includes a few out-takes and a commentary.  I hope you enjoy, and please, spare the tomatoes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5120378067703307430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5120378067703307430' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5120378067703307430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5120378067703307430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-blog-post.html' title='Video Blog Post'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4683760129015538234</id><published>2009-06-08T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:17:56.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Tooth Fairy</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, the tooth fairy never existed. With my tooth tucked under my pillow, I'd wait for days--sometimes months in anticipation. Every morning when I awoke, my little fingers would slowly lurk under my pillow, looking for the shiny quarter that my teacher had taught us to look for. Unfortunately, Mrs. Fields failed to tell my parents of such a trick--and being the immigrant parents that they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4683760129015538234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4683760129015538234' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4683760129015538234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4683760129015538234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-and-mrs-tooth-fairy.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4984066997495992767</id><published>2009-06-01T21:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:07:42.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In War, I Found Myself</title><summary type='text'>During my training last week, I was disgusted after viewing raw video footage of a student being struck by a bullet in the Middle East.  Through the whole ordeal, the cameraman on the scene found it exciting to capture the student falling to the ground. With multiple angles, he cold heartedly shoved his camera into the students face as he laid there dying, screaming in pain. As a shooter who has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4984066997495992767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4984066997495992767' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4984066997495992767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4984066997495992767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-war-i-found-myself.html' title='In War, I Found Myself'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-6868400127645052572</id><published>2009-05-26T23:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:36:16.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training For The Unknown</title><summary type='text'> I close my eyes, pretend to sleep. Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe I'll awake soon. But as I lay here, reality kicks in and I'm no longer asleep--instead, I'm laying flat on my stomach, head buried into the ground, arms and legs are spread apart in a most awkward position. My head is completely hooded with a black cloth--and I'm gasping for air as it envelopes my entire face. Darkness never felt so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/6868400127645052572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=6868400127645052572' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6868400127645052572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/6868400127645052572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/05/training-for-unknown.html' title='Training For The Unknown'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Shyz2mMcOTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Atd0drlSBzM/s72-c/IMG_3645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5474082484808910103</id><published>2009-05-22T01:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:20:26.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>In my office, this picture hangs on my wall. It's an image that I turn to on a daily basis.In the midst of rising chaos and tension, a little boy calmly awaits his turn. His eyes did not blink. His hand never extended beyond his reach. And like a metaphor out of the pages of our favorite novel, he did not speak a single word--yet his facial expression spoke to me in a language full of hope and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5474082484808910103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5474082484808910103' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5474082484808910103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5474082484808910103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/ShYtJBU6D_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Orm8iKYDWXQ/s72-c/IMG_1365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4116446725900686406</id><published>2009-05-18T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:34:51.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surreal Life</title><summary type='text'> Words on the side of a house in the mountain jungles of the Dominican Republic.I've been doing a lot of thinking lately--a lot of contemplating about life and the work that I do. Normally, as my readers know me best, I'd be writing more often, but lately, I've been spending my time trying to navigate my way through life, through trepidation, fear, and the unknown.But as I sit here typing this, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4116446725900686406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4116446725900686406' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4116446725900686406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4116446725900686406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/05/surreal-life.html' title='The Surreal Life'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/ShIHCs5dq5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/_CI0DwHS42o/s72-c/IMG_1895_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7494684034819913020</id><published>2009-05-11T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:04:47.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wonder Years'/><title type='text'>Ebay Dreams</title><summary type='text'>It was in the summer of 1996 when I got fired from my very first job. I was thirteen at the time--fresh out of grade school, new to the working world. It was only my second day.You see, it all started a few weeks earlier when I had spotted a pre-owned SHARP VHS Camcorder sitting on display at our local Goodwill store. I remember standing there--amazed, caught in rapture at the way she gleamed at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7494684034819913020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7494684034819913020' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7494684034819913020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7494684034819913020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/05/ebay-dreams.html' title='Ebay Dreams'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/Sgitj8Izx6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/4BcTWp2g3Dw/s72-c/3a75_1_sbl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4663652644175552511</id><published>2009-04-30T18:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:49:14.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done Playing 007</title><summary type='text'>Lately (well, just today), I've been feeling like a dead beat. You know, like one of those fathers that refuse to pay child support--a loser with a capital "L" plastered on my forehead. Why you ask? It stems from a number of reasons. Here's just a few:1- I've neglected this blog. (No Internet Access)2- I've been on a top secret mission that isn't really secretive, but for the sake of national '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4663652644175552511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4663652644175552511' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4663652644175552511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4663652644175552511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/done-playing-007.html' title='Done Playing 007'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SfontxkGHVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qpmDHii8920/s72-c/IMG_1539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2897114749214746164</id><published>2009-04-24T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:10:45.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Hut</title><summary type='text'>Dear Readers,I've been on assignment lately in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan working on a top secret project that I cannot comment on. But, rest assured, that life for this lowly photog remains to be weird--wild--and whacky, as illustrated above.  And NO, my top secret mission isn't on the Butt Hut.Traveling thru America's back country is like traveling in a whole new world. Things are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2897114749214746164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2897114749214746164' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2897114749214746164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2897114749214746164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/butt-hut.html' title='Butt Hut'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SfH5nq7hlAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/kW3cvGdrSvI/s72-c/IMG_1488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1995240672559074594</id><published>2009-04-20T21:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:20:10.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><summary type='text'>What is nothing?According to the Mr. Webster, "Nothing is a concept that describes the absence of anything at all." Grammatically, the word "nothing" is an indefinite pronoun--which means that it refers to something. One might argue that "nothing" is a concept, and since concepts are things, the concept of "nothing" itself is a thing.Confused? Yeah, so am I.Anyways, I really don't have anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1995240672559074594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1995240672559074594' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1995240672559074594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1995240672559074594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7444046047033983431</id><published>2009-04-18T10:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:08:20.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insights From The Ronigoddess</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I may have tricked you with the title, but there won't be any insights here today. Neither is there such thing as a Ronigoddess. I made that up (creativity has its powers). Instead, I've been honored with the privilege to be Guest Blogger at Insights From The Demigoddess.Please direct your browser to this link &lt;--------- that link-- to read about my journey to North Korea and how I single </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7444046047033983431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7444046047033983431' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7444046047033983431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7444046047033983431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/insights-from-ron-goddess.html' title='Insights From The Ronigoddess'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4645723569999615183</id><published>2009-04-16T19:11:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:49:41.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Sh!t" Moments Vol. 2</title><summary type='text'>For those that are new to Ronzworld, you may have missed the first edition of Oh Sh!t Moments--a chronicle of instances when I thought that very frame was going to be my last. Well, I've since washed the stains off my undies and have even burnt a few, so without further adieu, here's volume 2 of Oh Sh!t moments:Hanging your body from the side of a rick-shaw was never taught in film school. With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4645723569999615183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4645723569999615183' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4645723569999615183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4645723569999615183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-sht-moments-vol-2.html' title='&quot;Oh Sh!t&quot; Moments Vol. 2'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SefXsU6kOVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/a9AOA4fa7SY/s72-c/Ronsrickshaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-825909376592846375</id><published>2009-04-15T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:24:51.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Peanut</title><summary type='text'>This is Peanut. Yes, that is his real name. He is the son of a Cambodian genocide survivor. And like me, he was at the memorial service last weekend. Holding an incense in his hand, he's off to say his prayer. Bless his little soul.I had a rough day today, but looking at this picture of little Peanut makes me smile. I hope you will to :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/825909376592846375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=825909376592846375' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/825909376592846375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/825909376592846375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-peanut.html' title='Little Peanut'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SeVp8QMLYXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KaKgEujse80/s72-c/IMG_1491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2265936005973440569</id><published>2009-04-13T21:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:59:22.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Heaven and Earth'/><title type='text'>Between Heaven and Earth: Remembrance</title><summary type='text'>This week marks the 35th anniversary of the genocide in Cambodia. Ironically, it also falls on Cambodian New Years and Easter Sunday. I attended a prayer service this past weekend to remember the family members who were killed. For Cambodians around the world, there's not a family left untouched by death, starvation, disease and slavery. As I've learned through the years, it is the story of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2265936005973440569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2265936005973440569' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2265936005973440569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2265936005973440569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/between-heaven-and-earth-remembrance.html' title='Between Heaven and Earth: Remembrance'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SePvvn3_QMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KnRub1dUPFU/s72-c/IMG_1289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2940140993410045828</id><published>2009-04-12T09:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:11:17.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronzworld In The News!</title><summary type='text'>So I made the news this morning--in a good way. No, I wasn't arrested, didn't skip bail and wont' be appearing on America's Most Wanted. In fact, I made the news simply by telling my good friend Jason about Ronzworld.com. He had this to say:Damn, now I'm out twenty five bucks! Happy Easter, Happy Cambodian New Year and have a great Sunday everyone! Be well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2940140993410045828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2940140993410045828' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2940140993410045828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2940140993410045828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/ronzworld-in-news.html' title='Ronzworld In The News!'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-8942649126118106119</id><published>2009-04-10T01:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:59:34.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Ms.BonDon and Desert Rat</title><summary type='text'>These two sisters must be twins. If not, they're probably some sort of spies working for the Feds. I knew I should have never stolen all those napkins from McDonalds...now they're out to get me.Lastnight BonDon sent me a few questions--only to have them asked again by Desert Rat. They asked:What type of music do you listen too?Like food, I listen to everything and anything--from Cambodian pop (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/8942649126118106119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=8942649126118106119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8942649126118106119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/8942649126118106119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/answering-msbondon-and-desert-rat.html' title='Answering Ms.BonDon and Desert Rat'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-5274746859880330565</id><published>2009-04-08T18:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:31:46.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Ronzworld! WTF!</title><summary type='text'>Current Location: Midland, Michigan, USA / 43°37′25.0″N 84°13′45.7″W﻿OK, so right now you're probably wondering where's the F? Like, what happened to the F? Or better yet, what the F?Now, before we all get F'd up, let's calm down, breathe, and read carefully:There eventually comes a time in a man's life when having a job means more to him than getting the 411 on a girl he met at a bar the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/5274746859880330565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=5274746859880330565' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5274746859880330565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/5274746859880330565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-ronzworld-wtf.html' title='Welcome to Ronzworld! WTF!'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-4915836474383219656</id><published>2009-04-08T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:15:37.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Answers II</title><summary type='text'>My shutter bug brother Dan at D2 Photography had the following technical question to ask:Would you recommend a G10 for your photographer buddy? I'm thinkin' it would be nice to ditch the heavy load from time to time. And it seems like a perfectly competent camera.I love the G10! It's light, compact, and the pictures come out absolutely amazing! But, don't get me wrong, there are disadvantages </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/4915836474383219656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=4915836474383219656' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4915836474383219656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/4915836474383219656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-for-answers-ii.html' title='A is for Answers II'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-1879493440695724593</id><published>2009-04-07T18:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:09:23.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Answers</title><summary type='text'>I received an email last night from the lovely Random Hiccups at Slave to the Ordinary with the following questions.What is your comfort food? You know the one food that you crave until you reach home?This one is a hard one to answer because food is something that is near and dear to my heart--and my gut. Everywhere I go, I make sure I eat everything and anything that's available to me--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/1879493440695724593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=1879493440695724593' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1879493440695724593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/1879493440695724593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-for-answers.html' title='A is for Answers'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-2072493343919010226</id><published>2009-04-06T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:23:16.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A's and FAQ's on WTF</title><summary type='text'>Ever thought of what it's like to shoot in the rain forest...without food...and water...and leeches, lizards, and snakes all around you?Have you ever read this blog and wondered: Is Ron that stupid? How'd he do that?Ever wake up in the middle of the night and thought, "hey, where the F is Ron?" Well, maybe not, but have you ever wondered what kind of camera Ron uses or what that fuzzy thing is on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/2072493343919010226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=2072493343919010226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2072493343919010226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/2072493343919010226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/q-and-faqs-on-wtf.html' title='Q&amp;A&apos;s and FAQ&apos;s on WTF'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260013679639807365.post-7344075352847467666</id><published>2009-04-06T17:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:54:01.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Nerd</title><summary type='text'> Photo: Japanese Tourists Current Location: Midland, Michigan, USA / 43°37′25.0″N 84°13′45.7″W﻿Sometimes, I have to remind myself why I'm doing what I do, what has brought me to where I am today, and the person that I am becoming. It's easy to be lost in thought, in time, and in life.You see, growing up in front of a TV screen wasn't easy. My parents both worked long hours--I'd wake up in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/feeds/7344075352847467666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260013679639807365&amp;postID=7344075352847467666' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7344075352847467666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260013679639807365/posts/default/7344075352847467666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherethefisron.blogspot.com/2009/04/camera-nerd.html' title='Camera Nerd'/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751032134106967564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SWKCK5z01HI/AAAAAAAAATo/qatYXhZQQjU/S220/IMG_1660web.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OObneWWp49c/SdqTYxlq88I/AAAAAAAAAgo/3T0WqCnSIy4/s72-c/IMG_1285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
