<?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-5931772942414700380</id><updated>2012-01-26T10:11:08.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTL photos</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey Y'all thanks for visiting my Blog,

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                       -Tyler</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-1915113572301864963</id><published>2009-07-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:19:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waking up to the bliss realization of an empty room,&lt;br /&gt;You try to distinguish yourself by wearing obsolete clothing. While trying to make a statement your hidden agenda is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up from a dream just to dream you take a left on Hope St. then a right on Faith St. Just to meet your destination of Nowhere blvd. Attempts seem fatal and&lt;br /&gt;distance appears to be be the terminal factor  that stops you in your motionless tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to compete you never see who you can be. Stuck in routine your insecurities hold you down. Never believing that the real you can dominate any of those things that seem so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to the echos of the lies the truth is drowned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you Wake up to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5931772942414700380-1915113572301864963?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1915113572301864963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=1915113572301864963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/1915113572301864963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/1915113572301864963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up.html' title='wake up'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-2989319161080800479</id><published>2009-06-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:41:33.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so the past weekend was rodeo weekend. Lets just say my best friend Tayler and I had lots to do. =) I have never got to shoot rodeo before so the was a challenge for me. I am so excited about the outcome! I sat on that stupid fence for what felt like 3 days straight. It was pretty amazing. Here is a couple of what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHly8P1nWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AlB0eo2JN4g/s1600-h/Blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHly8P1nWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AlB0eo2JN4g/s400/Blog+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350810495621635426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHlmVEzzLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QeMQyp116WE/s1600-h/Blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHlmVEzzLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QeMQyp116WE/s400/Blog+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350810278947966130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHlWgmJFuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VSMpyEtj5bE/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHlWgmJFuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VSMpyEtj5bE/s400/blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350810007162656482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHk6QeBmoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X5SqD6CrrYc/s1600-h/blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHk6QeBmoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X5SqD6CrrYc/s400/blog+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350809521797307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5931772942414700380-2989319161080800479?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2989319161080800479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=2989319161080800479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/2989319161080800479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/2989319161080800479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2009/06/rodeo.html' title='Rodeo'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SkHly8P1nWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AlB0eo2JN4g/s72-c/Blog+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-7848128564355895401</id><published>2009-05-17T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:11:44.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week-----end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im pretty sure if i wrote a book it would be titled&lt;br /&gt;"17 Minutes till 17 is gone"&lt;br /&gt;I love my life, and recently I have really cut back on everything&lt;br /&gt;to focus on school, and my family. But for the past 2 weeks I have been jumping back into&lt;br /&gt;the life of WTLphotos. I have to admit I have missed it so much. Saturday evening I had the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;great honor to take pictures of a wedding for a young couple. Here is a sneak peak of some of the things I got =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDrs9Bl_eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/38i9w_QMgDU/s1600-h/275+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDrs9Bl_eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/38i9w_QMgDU/s320/275+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337024715962056162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDteGV9LhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FBxH8ZgqXAo/s1600-h/454+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDteGV9LhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FBxH8ZgqXAo/s320/454+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337026659788598802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDtd1E3V7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lAOOLVURfyg/s1600-h/468+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDtd1E3V7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/lAOOLVURfyg/s320/468+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337026655153510322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then today I got to take pictures of these 2 CUTE kids check em out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD7q-STSOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bya1XiZhoLs/s1600-h/599+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD7q-STSOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Bya1XiZhoLs/s400/599+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337042274126874850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD7qU4KOmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i6_LneI9kfA/s1600-h/596+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD7qU4KOmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i6_LneI9kfA/s400/596+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337042263011375714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm backtracking a little, but recently I have attended every single one of my nephews little baseball games. I swear I dont care what anyone says I have the cutest nephews. Isnt it great how you can be in the worst mood ever but the smile and innocence in a child can make everything better?? I love these kids. Oh btw The picture of the man helping the little boy is not a relative haha but it was so darn cool i just had to post it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1CLZPyEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XvouASOBuz4/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1CLZPyEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XvouASOBuz4/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337034976201263170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1BzZeqpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N2mfRJTb8vQ/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1BzZeqpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N2mfRJTb8vQ/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337034969759787666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1BpQ1LmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/guvqyyRTwL8/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1BpQ1LmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/guvqyyRTwL8/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337034967039159906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1BOqusgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W9XMvxGxiEc/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1BOqusgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W9XMvxGxiEc/s320/153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337034959900029442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1A3agGiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ckgrn8zTvTo/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD1A3agGiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ckgrn8zTvTo/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337034953657948706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and tuesday I went to austin to take pictures of Tayler Hibler (my twin/Best friend since ever forever) in State Tennis&lt;br /&gt;She got second cuz she is amazazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD6JdA9kMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wqpT_GEAKF0/s1600-h/115+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD6JdA9kMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wqpT_GEAKF0/s320/115+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337040598748467394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD6JPzUE5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZJguatAO-8M/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShD6JPzUE5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZJguatAO-8M/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337040595201561490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5931772942414700380-7848128564355895401?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7848128564355895401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=7848128564355895401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/7848128564355895401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/7848128564355895401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-week-end.html' title='Busy Week-----end'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ShDrs9Bl_eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/38i9w_QMgDU/s72-c/275+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-6462856838202852049</id><published>2009-04-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:12:41.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare you....</title><content type='html'>I love a challenge. I do not believe that as a person I am any better than anyone. I do believe I have been truly blessed. Although &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;divulging representations of hate, negativity, distrust, and abandonment, have brought me to the discomforting realization that as an artist I have let my true passion slip through my fingers. While being unknowingly suffocated in what seemed to be my "dream" I was only distracting myself for just the right amount of time to lose the very core of inspiration that ever motivated me to start this journey in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going back.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;.....back to my very core as an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first and knowingly not my last attempt at my humble restoration is with a series campaign I like to call "Tell a Story, &amp;amp; Make a Difference". This time featuring a good friend Karoline Jordan. You will find in my earlier blogs m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;y first set of the TaS, &amp;amp; MAD series titled  "untitled" with Tyler Ethridge, and Rebekah Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the ever so helpful assistance of Sarah Kolacinski (AMAZAZING photographer) we tackled this set!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;Here is some of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named this set of the TAS, &amp;amp; MAD series "Dare To Be..." I strongly support that no matter who you are or what your "qualifications" may be, you can do anything! Regardless if it is Acting, Singing, Photography, Dancing, Painting, or any other thing you love to do you can! I have learned very quickly in life that not only can I be anything I dream, but I can have more then one dream.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what stops most people from taking chances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;I believe its because they do not allow themselves to dream! They think "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh I cant do that, I'm not the dream come true type of person,&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's stupid why waste my time on something that will never happen"&lt;/span&gt; Only it can happen....and it does happen. you just have to Dare To Be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An Actress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_e6tWnhbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pkMVSWVAuBU/s1600-h/007+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_e6tWnhbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pkMVSWVAuBU/s320/007+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721984390825394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_iG4Au9CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MhDKnB5bHTY/s1600-h/024+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_iG4Au9CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MhDKnB5bHTY/s320/024+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327725491945141282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_iqW7AmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Aoqka4DzPs4/s1600-h/072+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_iqW7AmPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Aoqka4DzPs4/s320/072+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327726101538052338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_jBqJvw-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mn_rOUEfCAk/s1600-h/075+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_jBqJvw-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mn_rOUEfCAk/s320/075+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327726501837128674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) A photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_jaOQkadI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XS2MWP4lVxA/s1600-h/109+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_jaOQkadI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XS2MWP4lVxA/s320/109+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327726923846281682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or all of them.. its kinda blurry click the picture to see its full glory haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_olm7PR8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/L4xCShFEc00/s1600-h/Dare+to+be+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 702px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_olm7PR8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/L4xCShFEc00/s400/Dare+to+be+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327732617004402626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="rel"&gt;Btw check out sarah kola's blog....&lt;br /&gt;its amazing. =)&lt;br /&gt;Check to see how she displayed Dare to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sarahkola.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5931772942414700380-6462856838202852049?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6462856838202852049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=6462856838202852049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/6462856838202852049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/6462856838202852049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dare-you.html' title='I dare you....'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/Se_e6tWnhbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pkMVSWVAuBU/s72-c/007+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-2855572951448399337</id><published>2009-03-26T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:05:26.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he this happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its getting so close i can almost see it...&lt;br /&gt;but in order to see it I'm having to climb an ever-extending wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to feel such resentment towards someone?&lt;br /&gt;Is it worse to keep this terminal secret just that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ScxeCphehPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8I_NNK2JVg8/s1600-h/049+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 407px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ScxeCphehPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8I_NNK2JVg8/s320/049+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317728659616728306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its like your this splinter that i cant seem to get out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             And even if the pain is not apparent to me.....your still there under my skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5931772942414700380-2855572951448399337?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2855572951448399337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=2855572951448399337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/2855572951448399337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/2855572951448399337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-he-this-happy.html' title='Is he this happy?'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/ScxeCphehPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8I_NNK2JVg8/s72-c/049+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-106253829088532792</id><published>2009-01-27T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:46:59.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SX-sAuSwdOI/AAAAAAAAACk/wCazy6Ku4Uw/s1600-h/460+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SX-sAuSwdOI/AAAAAAAAACk/wCazy6Ku4Uw/s320/460+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296140815237674210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people aspire to be greats in the world, many people never give it the thought of day. Growing up I have always been told I can do anything I put my mind to, and cliche' as it sounds i truly believe this. At a very early age I have started a business, opened a studio, managed being a 16 year old in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a lot but honestly I wouldn't have my life any other way. My life is by no means perfect, no is it collected. But recently everything has really been coming together for me. Friends I once shared a great relationship with are now back in my life, and the lifestyle I used to practice is now making me want to shout, and scream its every blessing! God has given me a second chance with a motive of which I am still not aware. This loving action is not something that can be easily noticed by anyone but myself. Even though I might attempt to describe these surfacing actions I truly believe that no one can understand the gratitude I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Nor the uncertainty of these generous opportunities. It would be a major understatement to say I LOVE life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to long ago I watched a documentary called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Secret"&lt;/span&gt;. In this&lt;br /&gt;documentary it talks about the law of attraction, and how the more you focus on something the more likely it is to happen. How true is that? Just think about it. If we wake up and something crappy happens like stumping your toe, or hitting your head it seems to ruin your morning, and then it seems like nothing goes right throughout the rest of your day because you have a negative attitude due to your messed up morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;At first I was really hesitent to believe in anything it said. I mean basically it was pushing towards the science deffinition of life, but a really good friend of mine explained to me that&lt;br /&gt;you can form what they say into your religion and what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not trying to say that anything I focus on I will immediately get. I prayed for so long that  God and my friend would forgive me for my foolish actions.  I waited for so long. I shed way to many dang tears.  Almost 2 years went by, and honestly I had forgotten about everything. Then  about a month ago something happened that was so unexpected. Then simultaneously great and unexplainable things started spreading through my life like rumors in a small town. Everything seemed to be happening to me that I at one point in my life wanted. Songs would  come on the radio that me and my friends would once dance and sing to, people that once said they never wanted to speak to me again were contacting me. Signs started showing up EVERYWHERE.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SX_AhddW9AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RslXsPNeRtk/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SX_AhddW9AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RslXsPNeRtk/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296163367886976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life is going just like I want it.&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to me now, the love, fun, rush, joy, hope, faith, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;I love it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5931772942414700380-106253829088532792?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/106253829088532792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=106253829088532792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/106253829088532792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/106253829088532792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2009/01/many-people-aspire-to-be-greats-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SX-sAuSwdOI/AAAAAAAAACk/wCazy6Ku4Uw/s72-c/460+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-660428388443583349</id><published>2008-09-30T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:16:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh that family......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when it comes to doing a session with my family,&lt;br /&gt;I become super critical,&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun to do this one of my uncles family because to be honest&lt;br /&gt;they are just a bunch of fun dorks and we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I got attacked by every insect that would bite, but regardless i had a blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SOKIWp0z6RI/AAAAAAAAACU/CscXyvM_Kvk/s1600-h/100_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SOKIWp0z6RI/AAAAAAAAACU/CscXyvM_Kvk/s320/100_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251910038233278738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SOKItlfEI9I/AAAAAAAAACc/7cgd1z81q_A/s1600-h/321+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SOKItlfEI9I/AAAAAAAAACc/7cgd1z81q_A/s320/321+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251910432205317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lil cousin got some shots of me doing the shoot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5931772942414700380-660428388443583349?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/660428388443583349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=660428388443583349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/660428388443583349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/660428388443583349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-that-family.html' title='Oh that family......'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SOKIWp0z6RI/AAAAAAAAACU/CscXyvM_Kvk/s72-c/100_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-4321166502891430772</id><published>2008-08-01T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:22:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell a Story &amp; Make a Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During school I never pay attention,&lt;br /&gt;I will just start randomly planning in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember I was sitting in Geometry,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought,&lt;br /&gt;who do so many meaningless pictures?&lt;br /&gt;Why not take what I can do and "make a statement"&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I came up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Turn off the TV"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNdEOb4g0I/AAAAAAAAABc/JsLO9Us3BEc/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNdEOb4g0I/AAAAAAAAABc/JsLO9Us3BEc/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229625919483183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;In the world today we primarily focus on "what comes on the TV tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Why not just shut off the TV? In my house  my whole family is separated because we are all&lt;br /&gt;in different rooms watching our preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Why sit and be exposed to, war, porn, violence, exc.&lt;br /&gt;When we could be out in the world experiencing everything that is available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Mind your own"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNfWfYbfWI/AAAAAAAAABk/wdvuola32Is/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNfWfYbfWI/AAAAAAAAABk/wdvuola32Is/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229628432293002594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever feel that no matter how hard you try to keep your business to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;that there are always people prying in and digging into your life?  So no matter if you put your hand in front&lt;br /&gt;of your face to block people out, they see through. In a small town, there is no such thing as a secret. Psh.....&lt;br /&gt;privacy, haha good luck with that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Haunted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNhBblQiBI/AAAAAAAAABs/B5-oF1jL8hU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNhBblQiBI/AAAAAAAAABs/B5-oF1jL8hU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229630269519071250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems that as teenagers, when it comes to relationships we are completely hypnotized.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it seems that the first time that something happens between us and our girlfriend/boyfriend that we feel that it is the end of the world. Cant sleep, Cant eat, Cant dream, Cant smile, Cant think without them inside your mind. We take to much into one another. We let them haunt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's Not Over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNtP3GKOjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZBsmzeVnd88/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNtP3GKOjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZBsmzeVnd88/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229643711562529330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Nothings real till you let go completely"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such true words when applied to breaking a habit, and becoming sober.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not talking about a drinking habit, or a dug addiction. Webster says Sober means&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;"showing no excessive or extreme qualities of fancy, emotion, or prejudice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it means, to get rid of the things that are hindering onto you. That you are no longer&lt;br /&gt;choosing the lifestyle you once choose. Why not sober yourself  from the hurtful relationships in your life,&lt;br /&gt;why go back, why continue to hurt yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Comfortably Uncomfortable"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNym6KtWNI/AAAAAAAAACE/FBxm0KVk1oA/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNym6KtWNI/AAAAAAAAACE/FBxm0KVk1oA/s320/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229649605082044626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you realize that almost everyone has a cellphone, computer, TV exc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are all being completely consumed by technology. My 6 year old nephew even has a cell phone. Most of us let our days go to waste on computers. It seems that us as teenagers can be ANYWHERE and still access Myspace.com don't get me wrong I love myspace, but we are giving it to much control. Its almost as if we can be in the MIDDLE of a field and still find a way to myspace? Are we comfortable with this habit, or comfortably uncomfortable  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Material Conception"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJN3Gy7JBSI/AAAAAAAAACM/vQEva-4z2D8/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJN3Gy7JBSI/AAAAAAAAACM/vQEva-4z2D8/s320/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229654550940026146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think this one is self explanatory =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5931772942414700380-4321166502891430772?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4321166502891430772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=4321166502891430772&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/4321166502891430772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/4321166502891430772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-story-make-statement.html' title='Tell a Story &amp; Make a Statement'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJNdEOb4g0I/AAAAAAAAABc/JsLO9Us3BEc/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-3980395288980747312</id><published>2008-07-31T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:04:53.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know me then you know that I am&lt;br /&gt;addicted to Kelly Clarkson,&lt;br /&gt;Im sure your thinking "Why in the hell would he post that"&lt;br /&gt;But the truth of the matter is well, I don't care what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their inspirations and she is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about her music that just fills my head,&lt;br /&gt;with thoughts and ides. Everyone asks where I get my ideas, as well as getting them&lt;br /&gt;from other photographers, life, movies, books, Kelly Clarkson fuels&lt;br /&gt;something inside of me that just inspires me to just be creative.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid as it sounds......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rW59UGhAMww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rW59UGhAMww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5931772942414700380-3980395288980747312?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3980395288980747312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=3980395288980747312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/3980395288980747312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/3980395288980747312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='My addiction'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931772942414700380.post-3415271258296634047</id><published>2008-07-30T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:50:14.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJE0VkaIr8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gw_plrW7fmo/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJE0VkaIr8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gw_plrW7fmo/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229018187509051330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Winston Tyler Lackey, my friends and family call me Tyler. It has been almost a year now that I have gradually glided into photography.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I look really mad in this picture, but if you know me then you know I'm one of the happiest people you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my imagination and I believe in supporting others imagination as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our fantasies and dreams that keep us going, without them....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ......................... I think life is pointless&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJE2TP15wOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P8OIypGOIMc/s1600-h/031+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJE2TP15wOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P8OIypGOIMc/s320/031+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229020346651885794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5931772942414700380-3415271258296634047?l=wtlphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3415271258296634047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5931772942414700380&amp;postID=3415271258296634047&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/3415271258296634047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5931772942414700380/posts/default/3415271258296634047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtlphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/tyler-who.html' title='Tyler Who?'/><author><name>Tyler Lackey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09208286281683636477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/S89yYt27ozI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CSlUwnXE6eU/S220/IMG_8252A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_znIHKKK1W7k/SJE0VkaIr8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Gw_plrW7fmo/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
