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		<title>Lost Case of Being Found</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Gotta keep a moving on/gotta keep a rollin’ round/I’ve been smoking that old whiskey down/ it’s like a lost case of being found/like a head full of come unwound.” Lost Case of Being Found – Scott H. Biram You ever have one of those moments where you found yourself completely lost? Not that you were [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/08/lost-case-of-being-found/</link>
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		<title>Mother Nature almost gets the best of me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It seemed like a good idea at the time. All the adventures that land in me in the most trouble always seem to start out the way – a good idea at the time.]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/08/mother-nature-almost-gets-the-best-of-me/</link>
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		<title>Making my way through Katrina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The pummels of dust kicked up from the helicopter that had just dropped me off began to finally clear and I slowly began taking in my surroundings. The abandoned mall I would be calling home for the next several weeks looked like something from a post apoplectic nightmare. Tracing the line of the building from right to left, the view got worse the further left you went – sections of roof strewn about on the ground in a haphazard pattern, walls with holes in them or completely missing strained under the weight of support and the water, everywhere pools of standing, putrid water.]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/07/making-my-way-through-katrina/</link>
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		<title>I Grew Up on the Road</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ There’re two kinds of people in this world. Ok, there’s more than just two, but for the purposes of this, we’re going to say two – travelers and homebodies. I’m a traveler.]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/07/i-grew-up-on-the-road/</link>
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		<title>A Soldier Comes Out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A moment of courage is rewarded with a one-way ticket out of the Army]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/07/a-soldier-comes-out/</link>
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		<title>My son goes away, I don&#8217;t know when I&#8217;ll see him again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[His leaving is one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with.]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/06/my-son-goes-away-i-dont-know-when-ill-see-him-again/</link>
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		<title>The sun&#8217;s come up and there&#8217;s work to be done</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With 224 head of cattle to brand, it's going to be a long day.]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/05/the-suns-come-up-and-theres-work-to-be-done/</link>
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		<title>The Beast in Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[THe beast I am, lest the beast i become]]></description>
		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/04/the-beast-in-me/</link>
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		<title>Yesterday I was sure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One walks around thinking one is brave, and then something challenges that notion.

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		<link>http://cosselphotography.net/2010/01/yesterday-i-was-sure/</link>
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		<title>Welcome to Our House</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Childhood memories play their tricks and weave a wonderful tale.
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