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</description><title>Dear Photograph</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @dear-photograph)</generator><link>http://dearphotograph.com/</link><item><title>Dear Photograph,
Today I climbed back into that same tree for my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m44mjsZYXg1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Today I climbed back into that same tree for my senior portrait. The years pass by and still my photographer remains the same. Thanks Grandma, you are always there when I need you.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Love, Brittney   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/23172495064</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/23172495064</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 13:43:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
There she grows, my lovely little flower, and...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m42u3vdrds1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There she grows, my lovely little flower, and all too quickly…&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/23112943986</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/23112943986</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 14:31:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
Sometimes it’s just better to dig deep,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m41g5xH78j1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it’s just better to dig deep, clear away the rocks and lay down a new beginning. It’s good to know 20 years ago I helped do just that. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/23072327254</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/23072327254</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 20:32:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
I’m 32 years old now and still love my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3z9ycYr831qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I’m 32 years old now and still love my Mother’s home cooking more than anyone else’s. I’m so thankful for her unconditional love and how she always believes in me no matter what. I believe my Mom is the very best. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother’s Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Love, Bonnie Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22991365683</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22991365683</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 16:23:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
I wonder why my mother was smiling so big in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3xl8hEbRh1qcuqzso1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I wonder why my mother was smiling so big in front of the church of San Gian in Switzerland?  Could it be that she was happy to be travelling with her parents? Or was it because deep inside her heart, she somehow knew she would soon meet the love of her life and future husband in Paris?  She is over 90 years of age now and has no recollection of this photograph, but for me, I feel content knowing she was so happy in another time and place.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Peter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22929877777</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22929877777</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 18:31:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
I waited patiently on the hood of the car while...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3vkcbIxRx1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I waited patiently on the hood of the car while my proud, big brother gave my mother and I presents to celebrate bringing me home from the hospital for the very first time. I’m just glad they remembered to take me off of the hood of the car because now I am celebrating my 30th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Marte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22855022426</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22855022426</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 16:16:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
Look out big Sis! I’m catching up to you....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3tyvbhCzZ1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Look out big Sis! I’m catching up to you. Now it’s my turn to celebrate grade 8 graduation.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your little brother, Greg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22807278511</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22807278511</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 19:35:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>

Dear Photograph,


Bernice and Zeke fell in love at first...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ro7vzs8k1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Bernice and Zeke fell in love at first sight. It was true puppy love. Even though Bernice has long since passed away, Zeke loves to sit on that same back step, just like always. I wonder who he is thinking about…&lt;br/&gt;Kiley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22723417233</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22723417233</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 13:50:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Dear Photograph Book: In stores now!</title><description>

Dear Friends,The journey I’ve been on these past eleven months has definitely sent me over the...</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22664606265</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22664606265</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 15:19:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,I sometimes wonder if I’d known how he...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3nh6tjiGn1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;I sometimes wonder if I’d known how he looked at me when we were little, I would have have said many less unkind words and hateful, older sister comments. He might have more self confidence now. Probably the only thing in my life I’d take a do-over on, if I could. &lt;br/&gt;Love, Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22582477660</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22582477660</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 07:28:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
We drove away with you sitting on the roof of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3m24gLwtH1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;We drove away with you sitting on the roof of the car and you were lost. Years later, a neighbor found you in a ditch, developed your film and brought you back to us. You are a good story and she was a good neighbor!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22524887179</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22524887179</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 13:05:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
She loved to sit outside her flat, where she...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3kgkpOjgu1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;She loved to sit outside her flat, where she lived in Thornton Heath for fifty years, cradling my eldest brother. I still miss my Nan and always will.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;Stephen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22467366804</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22467366804</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 16:22:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
It was so much more than just a chair when he...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3inzxL4oR1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It was so much more than just a chair when he sat on it. We miss him.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Christiane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22400293629</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22400293629</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 17:07:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
I would love to peek inside the window and see...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3gu1queVf1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I would love to peek inside the window and see his arms wrapped around his grandchildren just like always. Can I please have another hour with my Dad?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Love, Joan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22339658794</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22339658794</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 17:22:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
Like most 5 year old boys, I wanted a puppy so...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ezaxFWVI1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Like most 5 year old boys, I wanted a puppy so badly and was on a mission to get one. Everyday I would sit on those front steps waiting for my Dad to come home from work. The only thing I said to him was one simple word: “Dog”. My poor Dad endured my persistent badgering, and on Easter morning that year he and my Mom gave me the puppy I begged for named “Happy”. That is what my childhood was…happy and great all thanks to my loving parents.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Steve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22275052830</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22275052830</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 17:20:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
My father was born and raised in this house in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3d6sxx1UN1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My father was born and raised in this house in 1946. On his wedding day, in 1971, he bought the house from his parents to marry my mother and raise my sister and I. With hammer and nail, he altered every room to meet all of our needs and wishes. This past September he died at the age of 65 and now the house and his lifework are for sale.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Margaret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22217718658</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22217718658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 18:07:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
Growing up, my father and aunt have always been...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ba1oGNcC1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Growing up, my father and aunt have always been very close, just like all brothers and sisters hope to be. Their bond is as strong as ever even though she recently found out she was adopted.  The news hit her hard but she knows that it doesn’t change the fact that she always was and forever will be my dad’s little sister and my favourite aunt.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Love, Rhiannon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22144180839</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22144180839</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 17:22:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
In the 1950’s, many Hollywood celebrities...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m39nndjiRX1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;In the 1950’s, many Hollywood celebrities and dignitaries would frequent the famous Grand Star Restaurant on Sun Mun Way and shop at my Father’s gift shop. I can still feel the tingle from everyone stopping to pinch my cheeks on their way out!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;Ellen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22088686273</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22088686273</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 20:21:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
My Mom’s high school graduation was at...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m37iu6LBx91qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My Mom’s high school graduation was at Red Rocks Amphitheater outside of Denver, Colorado. Years pass by and time takes a little piece of something from all of us. My high school graduation was held at the same place, but sadly, my Mom had passed away long before. With my photograph in hand, I retraced her steps in hopes of gaining an understanding of who she was. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Caley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22000362525</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/22000362525</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 16:42:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
This is how my Grandad used to hold me…...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m35p7kqkYt1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;This is how my Grandad used to hold me… now I am holding him. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="gmail_extra"&gt;Love, Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/21930853147</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/21930853147</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 17:04:31 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

