tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20645255475639621692011-11-27T19:15:17.246-05:00John E. Tranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14594659729954601082noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064525547563962169.post-47270302385063091292009-05-17T10:49:00.004-04:002009-05-17T11:10:52.852-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWBhllhvqI0/ShAoxJjLhPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d7000PyZniw/s1600-h/DSC_0096_20090512_214754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWBhllhvqI0/ShAoxJjLhPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d7000PyZniw/s400/DSC_0096_20090512_214754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336810383276213490" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWBhllhvqI0/ShAkmNzdvTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ckDooWT_9bU/s1600-h/DSC_0096_20090512_214754.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></a><div>As I snapped this photo  one evening after a late night at work, I couldn't help but venture into the mind of someone who might have called this a bed.  How dark and cold the night felt.  The warmth of the homes in the distant condominiums was distant in every respect.  The loneliness was all encompassing.  The ground swayed to the sound of the shores just meters away.  What lay beyond the shores was tempting.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064525547563962169-4727030238506309129?l=pilgrimageintomind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John E. Tranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14594659729954601082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064525547563962169.post-22717248680645170822009-01-25T00:01:00.007-05:002009-05-17T11:16:59.010-04:00When I closed my eyes, I saw a road that winds up a hill. I see white clouds against the blue and green on the horizon. I see the sun peeking through.<br /><hr /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064525547563962169-2271724868064517082?l=pilgrimageintomind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John E. Tranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14594659729954601082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064525547563962169.post-113025646720204882009-01-16T18:13:00.008-05:002009-05-17T11:14:53.068-04:00<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/3202641552_9c55baa7d4_o.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/3202641552_9c55baa7d4_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064525547563962169-11302564672020488?l=pilgrimageintomind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>John E. Tranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14594659729954601082noreply@blogger.com0