<?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-2803582223498589269</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:39:25.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the Frame</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DuVale Riley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157375250338176156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/TLvC5Vs2p5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fIymS96kiU8/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803582223498589269.post-1973585943988977139</id><published>2008-11-24T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:25:01.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful at Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SSr_fnxTR5I/AAAAAAAAACY/ctfg-pBMML8/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SSr_fnxTR5I/AAAAAAAAACY/ctfg-pBMML8/s400/thanks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272307232507381650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803582223498589269-1973585943988977139?l=duvaleriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1973585943988977139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803582223498589269&amp;postID=1973585943988977139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/1973585943988977139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/1973585943988977139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-at-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankful at Thanksgiving'/><author><name>DuVale Riley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157375250338176156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/TLvC5Vs2p5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fIymS96kiU8/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SSr_fnxTR5I/AAAAAAAAACY/ctfg-pBMML8/s72-c/thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803582223498589269.post-5928760862291552737</id><published>2008-07-10T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:19:46.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me Then...</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to do a project that I didn't think I would be able to. I wanted to take portraits of people portraying how they feel at aparticular moment in their life. I also wanted a personalized letter explaining a few facts and creatively describing how they feel accompanying the portrait. Thank you to those who have shared their feelings and making it okay for others to express theirs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeUcl1-1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-iC8cORfIak/s1600-h/Brian_BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbXJgA6FZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_K2RifHA4EI/s400/Wendy_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221597376195204498" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbXJzuPSfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HctvIIXCdsc/s400/Wendy_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221597381485611506" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeUcl1-1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-iC8cORfIak/s400/Brian_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221605260836338514" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeUpv5qPI/AAAAAAAAABE/BMS9JP7m5iI/s400/Brian_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221605264368183538" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeVNniUmI/AAAAAAAAABM/lDgxG6cdsAo/s400/Pablo_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221605273996776034" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeVYynNFI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJCEnTnaQnk/s400/Pablo_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221605276996023378" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeVimSQFI/AAAAAAAAABc/-dNP4m9l_WA/s400/Carla_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221605279628673106" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbgDzGfCQI/AAAAAAAAABk/sHPeHTBWmOY/s400/Carla_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221607173844306178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeUpv5qPI/AAAAAAAAABE/BMS9JP7m5iI/s1600-h/Brian_BW.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeVNniUmI/AAAAAAAAABM/lDgxG6cdsAo/s1600-h/Pablo_BW.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeVYynNFI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJCEnTnaQnk/s1600-h/Pablo_BW.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbeVYynNFI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJCEnTnaQnk/s1600-h/Pablo_BW.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &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/2803582223498589269-5928760862291552737?l=duvaleriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5928760862291552737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803582223498589269&amp;postID=5928760862291552737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/5928760862291552737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/5928760862291552737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-me-then.html' title='This Is Me Then...'/><author><name>DuVale Riley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157375250338176156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/TLvC5Vs2p5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fIymS96kiU8/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SHbXJgA6FZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_K2RifHA4EI/s72-c/Wendy_BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803582223498589269.post-4405530411370879267</id><published>2008-05-25T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:19:47.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Uncertain Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SDoSPnjc-yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RLqzR4Uu-3A/s1600-h/8ag36uo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SDoSPnjc-yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RLqzR4Uu-3A/s400/8ag36uo1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204492378905049890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we choose many paths: some paved and some bumpy, some straight and some winding. It can be a difficult task to choose which path to take, but we all have to take one.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five years ago, I had to decide which college to attend. It was a decision that caused a lot of concern in my family. Concerns arose from money to whether I would be able to face the challenges university environments  had to offer. Ultimately, it was my decision, and I chose SIUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a graduate, I will have to choose yet another path. It is a bittersweet feeling to say that this was my last year as a student at SIUC, but the feeling to move on urges me to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The uncertainty of not knowing where I will be or whom I will work for does scare me. I can only hope that the education and experience that I have gained here will be adequate in this competitive world. But I know I cannot rely on that alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone will tell you that life is tough. Whatever path chosen, I will make sure that I confront any challenge on the way. I have to want to succeed, even in the face of adversity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose your own path, because anyone will also tell you that life is too short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803582223498589269-4405530411370879267?l=duvaleriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4405530411370879267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803582223498589269&amp;postID=4405530411370879267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/4405530411370879267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/4405530411370879267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/uncertain-path.html' title='An Uncertain Path'/><author><name>DuVale Riley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157375250338176156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/TLvC5Vs2p5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fIymS96kiU8/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/SDoSPnjc-yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RLqzR4Uu-3A/s72-c/8ag36uo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803582223498589269.post-2018910039513938507</id><published>2008-05-17T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:47:23.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper1096/stills/xh85gufx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper1096/stills/xh85gufx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a photographer, when I hear the newspaper is light on stories, I know that means I will have to go feature hunting. This can be a difficult job, especially when you don't have a vehicle and are limited to campus when nothing is going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, on a few occasions, we get lucky and something like the Marching Salukis' practicing outside Faner Hall turns into a front-page story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard the band and rushed to see what was going on. I talked to a friend in the band, and he told me that they were on their way to the Amtrak Station to greet Gov. Rod Blagojevich. Before the band left for the station, I wondered, will the band walk to the station or will they play the whole way? A band member told me, "They never walk anywhere," and I prepared myself for a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following the band down the road with police escorts in the front and back made me feel like I was part of the band. I never realized how much excitement a marching band could bring. They do a great job and clearly have fun doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this photograph, the Marching Salukis' trumpet players dance as the band makes its way down Poplar Street to greet Blagojevich. 09/25/2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803582223498589269-2018910039513938507?l=duvaleriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2018910039513938507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803582223498589269&amp;postID=2018910039513938507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/2018910039513938507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803582223498589269/posts/default/2018910039513938507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duvaleriley.blogspot.com/2008/05/unexpected-excitement.html' title='Unexpected Excitement'/><author><name>DuVale Riley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157375250338176156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hbr9wVIdbSA/TLvC5Vs2p5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fIymS96kiU8/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
