<?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-8356594637280818565</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:52:56.918+02:00</updated><category term='simian'/><category term='avian'/><category term='macro'/><category term='flora'/><category term='people'/><category term='cats'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='leia'/><category term='arachnids'/><category term='gathering'/><category term='portrait series'/><title type='text'>By the world forgot.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-5156557114564925633</id><published>2009-09-29T14:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:32:32.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved. Already? Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SsH7DU4sYyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vbPXPXw_eGs/s1600/Almost+home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SsH7DU4sYyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vbPXPXw_eGs/s400/Almost+home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SsH7KGRDVAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2JBZAPYkqdY/s1600-h/Willem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SsH7KGRDVAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2JBZAPYkqdY/s400/Willem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't say I've been very happy with Blogger so far. But I've found a good alternative! My own domain. It gives me so much more freedom. Though I do wish I hadn't gotten those postcards printed yet, now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can still follow my posts through RSS, though if anyone wants me to put up a Goole Friend Connect link so they can keep following me through that, speak up and I'll see what I can do. The site's still brand new and I'm changing things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, then. Proceed to &lt;a href="http://www.bytheworldforgot.com/"&gt;By The World Forgot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-5156557114564925633?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/5156557114564925633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-moved-already-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/5156557114564925633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/5156557114564925633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-moved-already-already.html' title='I&apos;ve moved. Already? Already!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SsH7DU4sYyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vbPXPXw_eGs/s72-c/Almost+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-8796341965250438711</id><published>2009-09-27T00:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:18:49.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth, Fang &amp; Claw. Also, an announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey all, me again. Figured I'd break up that Portrait series with a few unrelated pictures and an announcement! First of all, I've got a domain now and when it's all up and running it'll be a place for me to display my pictures all at once, gallery style. I'll be keeping this blog, so as to let you know when there's new stuff to be seen. Joy of joys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood, it seems. That might have to do with the fact that I spent my day at the zoo again. This time I visited Ouwehands Dierenpark, in order to meet up with some &lt;a href="http://www.hcc.nl/"&gt;HCC folk&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't get to talk to many of them, seeing as I was predictably busy being distracted by ooh-- animals, OOH, workshops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up learning one or two things from the workshops, but mostly? I learned from all the people around me, talking about what they loved doing. It's comforting to be surrounded by people with a passion for a much loved hobby. Anyway, I should probably stop ranting. As the title of this post suggests, there'll be no prettily prancing birds or beautiful butterflies in here today. The nasties need love too! On with the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="399" src="http://www.bytheworldforgot.com/photos/1310.jpg" width="599" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="521" src="http://www.bytheworldforgot.com/photos/1275.jpg" width="599" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.bytheworldforgot.com/photos/1297.jpg" width="599" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="317" src="http://www.bytheworldforgot.com/photos/1309.jpg" width="598" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to editing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-8796341965250438711?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/8796341965250438711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/tooth-fang-claw-also-announcement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/8796341965250438711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/8796341965250438711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/tooth-fang-claw-also-announcement.html' title='Tooth, Fang &amp; Claw. Also, an announcement!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-265129214522415529</id><published>2009-09-22T03:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:36:03.086+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait series'/><title type='text'>Portrait Series, week 02 - The Emu</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" height="640" id="previewImage" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/clsa/pic/0017g018/s640x640" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing around a bunch of emus while snapping away with your camera is a strange and sometimes borderline painful experience for someone who loves to soak up animal knowledge. Around every 3.4 minutes, a mother will come by and roll her child up to the chain link fence. She will then proceed to point at the large bird before exclaiming proudly (and, it appears, inevitably), "Look, an ostrich! They're BIG, aren't they?" True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-265129214522415529?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/265129214522415529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/portrait-series-week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/265129214522415529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/265129214522415529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/portrait-series-week-2.html' title='Portrait Series, week 02 - The Emu'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-4555561803227713318</id><published>2009-09-15T14:08:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:29:06.794+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait series'/><title type='text'>Portrait Series, week 01 - The Spider Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the start of my Portrait series, with which I hope to show people the way I view animals. More next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/clsa/pic/001796kr" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/clsa/pic/001796kr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Around him, every other monkey enclosure was brimming with activity. If they weren't climbing, they were jumping, bouncing, digging, fighting. Not him, sitting on one log with his head hanging and tongue poking out at everyone who thought to pass by. I couldn't help but think he might not be doing it on purpose-- but then, if he was, who could blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-4555561803227713318?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/4555561803227713318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-of-portrait-series-more-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/4555561803227713318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/4555561803227713318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-of-portrait-series-more-to-come.html' title='Portrait Series, week 01 - The Spider Monkey'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-8630791963587450333</id><published>2009-09-03T18:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:36:12.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arachnids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><title type='text'>Efteling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_xy9EEQnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6CjedIqDsoA/s1600-h/dof+flower+thing+smaller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_xy9EEQnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6CjedIqDsoA/s400/dof+flower+thing+smaller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_yA4nstzI/AAAAAAAAADg/fdjVIMdc0ck/s1600-h/spider%27s+first+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_yA4nstzI/AAAAAAAAADg/fdjVIMdc0ck/s400/spider%27s+first+web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_x_uqUpnI/AAAAAAAAADY/kA6_N03AjNI/s1600-h/pigeon+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_0lPhO2DI/AAAAAAAAADo/I--pN13wwNE/s1600-h/+pigeon1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_0lPhO2DI/AAAAAAAAADo/I--pN13wwNE/s400/+pigeon1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-8630791963587450333?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/8630791963587450333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/efteling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/8630791963587450333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/8630791963587450333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/09/efteling.html' title='Efteling'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/Sp_xy9EEQnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6CjedIqDsoA/s72-c/dof+flower+thing+smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-4635706904822670545</id><published>2009-08-22T00:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:35:40.464+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Pluk de Nacht open air festival in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8mqcTm8II/AAAAAAAAACc/9T45jRiK8ZU/s1600-h/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372555391071088770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8mqcTm8II/AAAAAAAAACc/9T45jRiK8ZU/s320/1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I put the 'probably' after my 'updated weekly' bit, there, eh? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8oJeJrbfI/AAAAAAAAACk/Zi3Px2lE35s/s1600-h/plukdenacht1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372557023653883378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8oJeJrbfI/AAAAAAAAACk/Zi3Px2lE35s/s320/plukdenacht1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 187px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But there's a reason I hadn't posted! The reason is that I hadn't managed to take my camera anywhere interesting. Fortunately, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lollerskater"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; dragged me outside today to go see an interview and presentation by Ze Frank at Pluk de Nacht, a free open air film festival. I didn't quite know what to expect, seeing as I knew nothing about the festival. And I had liked Ze Frank's earlier stuff but hadn't actually kept up with anything recent. Turns out he's still pretty damn awesome, and so was his presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned a lot of photos. And I mean, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot. &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I had not taken into account that we'd be leaving at six in the evening and so there wouldn't be a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8sZpbvmVI/AAAAAAAAACs/u-jzSKYiHv4/s1600-h/plukdenacht3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372561699606862162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8sZpbvmVI/AAAAAAAAACs/u-jzSKYiHv4/s320/plukdenacht3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 239px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whole lot of time left before the sun went down. And even more unfortunately-- I seemed to have zero skill snapping pictures in the almost-dark. And don't even get me started on how nervous I was about taking pictures of human beings. Of course, it's much easier when you're focusing on someone on-stage; they know to expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pictures I ended up being even remotely happy with are the ones on the right. I do have some of Ze Frank himself, but none worth posting. Oh well, better luck next time, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-4635706904822670545?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/4635706904822670545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/08/pluk-de-nacht-open-air-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/4635706904822670545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/4635706904822670545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/08/pluk-de-nacht-open-air-festival.html' title='Pluk de Nacht open air festival in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/So8mqcTm8II/AAAAAAAAACc/9T45jRiK8ZU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-5386069096210132837</id><published>2009-08-12T17:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:34:56.405+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Cats, the victims of amateur photographers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLu7GdF3jI/AAAAAAAAABs/-ACDYTZJ2AQ/s1600-h/xth697xb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLu7GdF3jI/AAAAAAAAABs/-ACDYTZJ2AQ/s320/xth697xb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369116404891377202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I got my camera, I've been itching to visit a zoo. I've always found zoos to be full of potential photography material. Be it people, sights or the animals themselves, there's always something to be found and captured on ye olde camera. I'd visit a different zoo every other day if I could, if only for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, with a tight budget, I can't afford to go to the zoo that often. So instead, my cat suffers. Dearly. I'm sure she's tired of the flashes in her face by now, but since she's my only pet right now I'm afraid her suffering will not end any time soon. Plus I think she's just too damn pretty not to be my test subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLo_0Hz8CI/AAAAAAAAABE/cTiNGyfOkBU/s1600-h/leia+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLo_0Hz8CI/AAAAAAAAABE/cTiNGyfOkBU/s320/leia+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109888799862818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, my macro lens arrived! Again, thanks so much to my dad.  The bad news is that I seem to be complete rubbish at using it. I've been trying to read up on how to do macro photography, but my lack of a steady hands seems to be ruining most of my efforts. Might be time to invest in a tripod after all. Most of my troubles stem from the fact that I'm so used to inching riiight up to my subject, while my new lens doesn't allow this without losing focus. Weening myself off of autofocus is proving to be hard as well. I've been so spoiled with my automatically crisp pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLvCaVxDMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xH50ZiGwfpM/s1600-h/glu8hnor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLvCaVxDMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xH50ZiGwfpM/s320/glu8hnor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369116530488446146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll learn eventually. If anyone's got any tips for me, I'm completely open to them. We've all got to start somewhere, and hopefully I'll manage to take my camera somewhere more interesting than my own living room soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see? No spiders at all!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-5386069096210132837?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/5386069096210132837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-victims-of-amateur-photographers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/5386069096210132837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/5386069096210132837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-victims-of-amateur-photographers.html' title='Cats, the victims of amateur photographers.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SoLu7GdF3jI/AAAAAAAAABs/-ACDYTZJ2AQ/s72-c/xth697xb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356594637280818565.post-1114125040911799200</id><published>2009-08-05T21:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:35:09.337+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arachnids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><title type='text'>My new best friend: The Canon EOS 450D</title><content type='html'>Today I took my new camera out for a spin, and I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of it. I previously worked with a Sony Cyber-shot, but while I was very grateful to have received it at the time, 'the time' was nearly four years ago. And unfortunately, in this day and age, four years is quite a bit for a piece of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, with the arrival of SLR cameras, I felt I couldn't keep up anymore. I still loved taking pictures, but the... pezazz was missing. I was beginning to grow tired of my own grainy, pezazzless photography. So when I was notified of a sale on Canons a half-hour trainride away, I threw caution to the wind and spent some of my slow-earned savings on my shiny new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my father, who originally had given me the Sony Cyber-shot, was equally excited when I emailed him asking questions about my new camera. He's an excellent phot&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SnszN_RpOFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JmCeZNO5qUY/s1600-h/spider+thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366939696358832210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SnszN_RpOFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JmCeZNO5qUY/s320/spider+thumb.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 238px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ographer himself and gave me some good advice. After which he promptly announced I would be getting some accessories for my birthday, including a macro lens! Sometimes I forget how awesome of a dad I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rambling aside, I decided creating my first blog would be a good idea all of a sudden. Why, you ask? To encourage me to go out and practice taking pictures wherever, whenever. I would like to have a handful each week (probably the weekends), but we'll see how things work out. To start off with, I've got this lovely little spider on the right. Click the picture if you want to see it in all of its semi-crispy glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and arachnophobes, I promise my nex few updates will be considerably less spider-filled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356594637280818565-1114125040911799200?l=suzanneannaars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/feeds/1114125040911799200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-best-friend-canon-eos-d450.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/1114125040911799200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356594637280818565/posts/default/1114125040911799200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzanneannaars.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-best-friend-canon-eos-d450.html' title='My new best friend: The Canon EOS 450D'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SwQ22q4IssI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GhQZGEDeHqA/S220/drawn+poirtrait+icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR--xBYPd-I/SnszN_RpOFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JmCeZNO5qUY/s72-c/spider+thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
