<?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-5624207</id><updated>2011-11-02T21:42:50.517-04:00</updated><category term='photographers'/><category term='south bend'/><category term='photojournalist'/><category term='wsbt'/><category term='washington high school'/><category term='sapphoto'/><category term='campaign'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='clinton'/><category term='television'/><category term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Sapphoto</title><subtitle type='html'>Teacher Edition - Trying change the world one kid at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-486168568318635662</id><published>2011-11-02T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:42:50.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking by email</title><summary type='text'>

How we started this mess.

     We may have missed the October Snowmageddon of 2011, but we were looking for some comfort food to warm us up on the cold weekend.

    I have this great recipe for chicken and dumplings from the wonderful Chef Mike Stephens. However, I was looking for speed, simplicity, and low cost.  I found a recipe on Cooks.com for Aunt Faye's Chicken an' Dumplings.




That's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/486168568318635662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=486168568318635662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/486168568318635662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/486168568318635662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2011/11/cooking-by-email.html' title='Cooking by email'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8IC6lyIOjA/Tq9TcLYnPBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NZarZspAySE/s72-c/DumplingsEmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-5665131466831045122</id><published>2011-11-01T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:25:09.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Snacks</title><summary type='text'>
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You know how you run your tongue over your teeth after you eat popcorn?  Trying to find those last little pieces of shells </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5665131466831045122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=5665131466831045122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/5665131466831045122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/5665131466831045122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2011/11/school-snacks.html' title='School Snacks'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASlkoeiEP5o/TrCewqI46vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4u4LyGXliJA/s72-c/larvettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-957518794073750330</id><published>2010-01-02T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:38:06.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sapphoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photojournalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wsbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>A TV Guy's Sig Out</title><summary type='text'>      I was asked to write an article for our station newsletter about my time at WSBT. This fits for my time at all my stations. I've been told all articles have to be passed by the corner office so I'm going to post it here as well. I didn't say anything derogatory, but you never know.
      Standing in a packed auditorium in the University of Notre Dame's Guglielmino Athletic Complex is where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/957518794073750330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=957518794073750330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/957518794073750330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/957518794073750330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-guys-sig-out.html' title='A TV Guy&apos;s Sig Out'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-3859247045310539964</id><published>2009-09-09T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:50:40.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>The end's in sight.  Along with live shots, shootings, and stabbings, I'm learning about schemas and assessments.

I'm done with the TV gig. Well, I will be come Dec 31.  I'm gonna take my management stylings from the newsroom to the classroom.  Behavior plans, and lesson plans will replace the daily list of lead stories and puzzles of covering the same amount of news with less people.

I'll miss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3859247045310539964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=3859247045310539964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/3859247045310539964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/3859247045310539964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-642375002687996177</id><published>2009-01-05T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:52:04.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to go home</title><summary type='text'>FCC Kevin Martin is making his way through Indiana today. He is in the area to talk to people about the transition to DTV. I asked his people for an interview and he's coming soon. Thankfully I get to leave before that.

It's been one of those days.  I've been in a piss poor mood too.

I'm always saying stuff, but feel like no one's listening.

Then a week later someone says, "Hey, I heard this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/642375002687996177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=642375002687996177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/642375002687996177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/642375002687996177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-go-home.html' title='Time to go home'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zuCJnN75IjQ/SWKAQkSLE7I/AAAAAAAAACI/EGXRZ-t66_U/s72-c/kjm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-3900524953258446387</id><published>2008-08-15T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:39:49.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Doughnuts</title><summary type='text'>I need a doughnut in the morning like I need an email with a notice of a sick call.  Although the worry and stress caused by the latter could cut out the calories of the former.That being said...There are some mornings I look in the fridge and see nothing but last week's yogurt, a gallon of milk, and last night's leftovers.Bring on the breakfast treats!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3900524953258446387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=3900524953258446387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/3900524953258446387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/3900524953258446387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-doughnuts.html' title='Free Doughnuts'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-1434660552952380222</id><published>2008-04-09T22:25:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:16:04.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south bend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington high school'/><title type='text'>On the trail</title><summary type='text'>Here we are in the middle.  The Democratic Presidential race is bearing down on the newly significant state of Indiana.  Being one of the larger cities in the state, South Bend, needs to batten down for the next 5 weeks as the whirlwinds will whip up voters to a frothy partisan frenzy.Right now South Bend's Washington High School is the center of Senator Obama's Campaign.  Two weeks ago, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1434660552952380222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=1434660552952380222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/1434660552952380222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/1434660552952380222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-trail.html' title='On the trail'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zuCJnN75IjQ/R_2Ejjz7SpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/w6HeWM6D6N0/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-5298038443560777370</id><published>2007-08-03T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:42:23.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I really cut out for this?</title><summary type='text'>Did I really think there would be some ease to being the sole assignment person in a midsized market?HA!  Who was I kidding?Making the impossible happen.  I guess that's job one of the AE...I do feel the skin's a little thicker now...There, enough bitching.Anyone know of a reporter and/or photog who wants to work in South Bend?  It would make my day easier!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5298038443560777370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=5298038443560777370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/5298038443560777370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/5298038443560777370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-i-really-cut-out-for-this.html' title='Was I really cut out for this?'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zuCJnN75IjQ/RrP1RPfi_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TeDpds34fI/s72-c/work_03-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-7759832365752757318</id><published>2007-01-13T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:58:04.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juxtaposed</title><summary type='text'>I took this picture at a fatal fire in the middle of nowhere on a sat truck run.  I've seen some unique juxtapositions, but none so pretty and ugly as this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7759832365752757318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=7759832365752757318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/7759832365752757318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/7759832365752757318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2007/01/juxtaposed.html' title='Juxtaposed'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-1237044772220424962</id><published>2006-11-25T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:25:45.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitability</title><summary type='text'>If you spend enough time in TV, one of the things you learn is there's always going to be someone new to work with. In my 10 years playing TV, I've seen my share of coworkers come and go. In fact I've been one who's come and gone two times now.Some of them have been bad, like the one who consistently gave me 2 minute long stories less than an hour before air and looked blankly at me when I told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/1237044772220424962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=1237044772220424962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/1237044772220424962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/1237044772220424962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/11/inevitability.html' title='Inevitability'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-8335465799228513049</id><published>2006-10-21T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:18:41.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Groove</title><summary type='text'>There's been a change here in Sapphoto land.  I've crossed over to the other side.I've become the "man", the same "man" I railed against for oh so many years. The same man who sent me to check out this fire call, that homicide investigation, asked me to edit an extra package, or made me shoot yet another questionable live shot.I now sit behind a desk every day and send crews to check out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8335465799228513049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=8335465799228513049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/8335465799228513049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/8335465799228513049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-groove.html' title='In The Groove'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-114596825845797160</id><published>2006-04-24T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Officer's Last Call</title><summary type='text'>Black Bunting, grieving officers and an unmanned squad car...All signs of the great sacrifice police officers make every day. It's happened again. Corporal Scott Severns of the South Bend P.D. lost his life in the early morning hours of April 23rd. Corporal Severns lost his life after being shot three times hours earlier, while off duty and according to reports trying to protect a friend.This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/114596825845797160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=114596825845797160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/114596825845797160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/114596825845797160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/04/officers-last-call.html' title='An Officer&apos;s Last Call'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-114236468725378128</id><published>2006-03-14T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life through a viewfinder...</title><summary type='text'>***RELEASED FOR PUBLICATION***Liveshots, cut-ins, break-ins, and superfluous tap-dancing. Anytime the President comes to town it becomes an "All Hands On Deck" situation. It's not everyday you get to play host to one of most poweful people in the world. However, Michiana  has played host to President Bush 7 times before.I'm not a Presidential rookie.  I've done pretty much every aspect of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/114236468725378128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=114236468725378128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/114236468725378128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/114236468725378128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-through-viewfinder.html' title='Life through a viewfinder...'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-114003222129486956</id><published>2006-02-15T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><summary type='text'>I've been away from the keyboard for several weeks now.  It almost seems as though the previous picture spoke to how busy I've been lately. (btw...is it me or has there been a bevy of single finger salutes on photog websites?  #2 getting the #1,  TVPhotog is loved by his sister, and Jorge is making friends all over hippieville.)When I was finally able to return to the world of photogblogs, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/114003222129486956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=114003222129486956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/114003222129486956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/114003222129486956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/02/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113769700882458687</id><published>2006-01-19T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:29:00.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipped off</title><summary type='text'>Although they seem ubiquitious, it's not everyday youre friendly neighborhood lensman(woman) gets to capture scenes from a perpwalk.

Do this job long enough though and the number of scenes could fill up a nice little tape reel. The characters on this reel range from the famous to the infamous. From those you feel sorry for, to those who couldn't even garner a sliver of sympathy from most people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113769700882458687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113769700882458687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113769700882458687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113769700882458687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/01/flipped-off.html' title='Flipped off'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113767333165060626</id><published>2006-01-19T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe the CIA is hiring</title><summary type='text'>Or maybe not...Either way, I'm not sure I could get a job after yesterday's fiasco.Many times in this business we get our interviews by calling in and setting them up. Sometimes, though, people just aren't ready to talk, and we have to try face to face to get our interviews. Today was one of those times...Our poor subject today: The Superintendent of a local school district who is leaving after a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113767333165060626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113767333165060626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113767333165060626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113767333165060626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/01/maybe-cia-is-hiring.html' title='Maybe the CIA is hiring'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113715386629234334</id><published>2006-01-16T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Good Pop Goes Bad!</title><summary type='text'>January 13, 2006South Bend - Fame is a double edge sword. When firefighters got the call of a fire at the South Side Grocery they didn't know they would find yet another victim cut the cruel bite of success.Arriving on scene, firefighters found flames licking up the front wall of the grocery behind several pop machines. Although the fire was doused quickly, a gaping hole in the roof marked the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113715386629234334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113715386629234334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113715386629234334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113715386629234334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-good-pop-goes-bad.html' title='When Good Pop Goes Bad!'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113628885490266259</id><published>2006-01-04T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling video</title><summary type='text'>It's chilling video knowing the ending.Pictures of families rejoicing.I stood watching in horror as the replay came down on the satellite feed this morning. After living a day and a half worrying about their loved ones trapped in a mine, families in a rural West Virginia community get word the word they are alive.Knowing the awful truth to follow I think, "Oh my God, those poor people."With the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113628885490266259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113628885490266259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113628885490266259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113628885490266259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2006/01/chilling-video.html' title='Chilling video'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113502992803692837</id><published>2005-12-19T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Picture</title><summary type='text'>Or the Official Sapphoto Christmas PostI gather moments. I've taped everything from Presidents, to protestors. Perps to the oppressed. I've seen everything from fish to the famous to infamous flash through my viewfinder and onto the tube.I've captured these snippets for you the viewer from the side of frozen snowy roads to the roiling deck of a fishing boat in 6ft. roiling seas in the gulf of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113502992803692837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113502992803692837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113502992803692837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113502992803692837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/12/perfect-picture.html' title='The Perfect Picture'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113447557351632649</id><published>2005-12-13T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Links</title><summary type='text'>I'm taking my chances here...I want to add some different content here. My station started putting our stories onto their website several months ago. I've decided to show you the astute readers of this site what kind of work Sapphoto: Live submits to the viewers of the South Bend/Elkhart IN market on a daily basis.Without further ado, here are the stories I've hammered(mostly my video) out over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113447557351632649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113447557351632649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113447557351632649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113447557351632649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/12/video-links.html' title='Video Links'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113394983050914814</id><published>2005-12-07T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:45.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Fuel</title><summary type='text'>The hardest thing about working mornings? Dragging my rear-end out of the comfort of a nice warm bed into the chill that is a December morning.What makes it better?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113394983050914814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113394983050914814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113394983050914814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113394983050914814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/12/morning-fuel.html' title='Morning Fuel'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-113337084466244761</id><published>2005-11-24T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Turkey</title><summary type='text'>Sheesh.I need a digital camera. This kills me to try to write posts without pictures.How else to I supplant the mental images lightly sketched out in these digital dispatches.Take Thanksgiving Day for example... [reminescint music fades in as the picture fades to black][the gentle hum of a generator slowly rises and the picture fades in to reveal the inside of a ENG tuck]Today I'm riding solo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113337084466244761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=113337084466244761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113337084466244761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/113337084466244761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/11/frozen-turkey.html' title='Frozen Turkey'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112863259193218183</id><published>2005-10-07T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A.M.</title><summary type='text'>Not amplitude modulation.Not angry and mad.Not acerbic media.Ante meridiem...There's some changes happening here at the offices of Sapphoto. First, I've left the cozy family of those who create the prepackaged tidbits for the 23 minutes of news between primetime and late night.I've moved to a disticntly different daypart. Instead of trying to keep our intrepid viewers here in Michiana awake, I'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112863259193218183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112863259193218183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112863259193218183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112863259193218183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/am.html' title='A.M.'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112784321160044063</id><published>2005-09-27T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Sentence</title><summary type='text'> I've been sneaking peeks behind my little black and white screened reality show for more than 7 years. In that time I've covered numerous murders, mysterious deaths, car accidents, and other varied life altering/ending events. Tonight will be the same.Well...except for one detail.Tonight the life ending is planned.Alan Matheney is scheduled to die by leathal injection tonight at Indiana State </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112784321160044063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112784321160044063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112784321160044063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112784321160044063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/09/ultimate-sentence.html' title='The Ultimate Sentence'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112741668574982974</id><published>2005-09-26T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third verse...same as the first(and the second)</title><summary type='text'>Or...Meetings: The great reward of Nightside.County City building- Many a TeeVee photographer knows the joy of politicians, concerned residents, and developers gathered inside the darkened council chambers.I've been stuck in my own personal Groundhog Day, except that I'm not in Pennsylvania, not as funny as Chris Elliot, and not stuck getting snowed in every day(not yet at least).One of the jobs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112741668574982974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112741668574982974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112741668574982974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112741668574982974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/09/third-versesame-as-firstand-second.html' title='Third verse...same as the first(and the second)'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112667931171585839</id><published>2005-09-14T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribblings from a note pad</title><summary type='text'>Arrrrrrrrgh!!!!Blink, blink, the clock stares back unmoving."Whew, it was just a dream.""Bill 110-05:  An ordinance to vacate..." the clerk's voice drones on down the list.Tap-tap."Huh?""Brian, stop your scribbling.  Our agenda item is coming up."Suddenly the crowded room slams into focus like a lens being handled by a rookie who doesn't know how to finely finess the macro. I look up from my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112667931171585839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112667931171585839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112667931171585839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112667931171585839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/09/scribblings-from-note-pad.html' title='Scribblings from a note pad'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112611405011942997</id><published>2005-09-07T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><summary type='text'>I was going to title this "Hot for Teacher" thinking the salacious title might titillate. However, that title might actually work against me. See, my wife is that teacher and she might swing by my ramblings here and I'd have to answer for the things I've done(believe me, I already have enough to answer for).My wife has been a teacher for 7 years now. Teaching 4th through 8th grades. I've talked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112611405011942997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112611405011942997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112611405011942997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112611405011942997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112528411085845515</id><published>2005-08-28T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss in the family</title><summary type='text'>From the South Bound Tribune: Crash claims WSBT veteranSTEVENSVILLE -- He was the unseen face behind a steady, graceful television camera for two decades.The man who caught on tape the glory years of the Fighting Irish under Lou Holtz.The man who would tell WSBT-TV news anchor Mike Collins to "stand by."And Collins would listen."He'd point his finger at us, and that was our cue. We were on," said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112528411085845515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112528411085845515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112528411085845515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112528411085845515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/08/loss-in-family.html' title='Loss in the family'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112442942810020200</id><published>2005-08-22T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the train really leaving the station?</title><summary type='text'>Where is video/photojournalism headed and how will it get there?This is the impetus for today's musings:  KnoxNews Random This  (via: Instapundit)Check it out...well, at least wait until I've explained my thoughts. Is this where video story telling is headed? Yes and well, no.I'm torn. Everyone seems to have a digital camera nowadays(everyone that is except me). Most of these cameras have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112442942810020200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112442942810020200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112442942810020200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112442942810020200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-train-really-leaving-station.html' title='Is the train really leaving the station?'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-112429181047770168</id><published>2005-08-17T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Call</title><summary type='text'>Dial tone.Beep...beep...beep...Ring....Ring"W***, Can I help you?""Hey John, it's Brian. I'm calling in sick today. My wife and kids have strep throat. I have to stay home to take care of them.""O.K. "My guilt kicks in.  "John, I'm sorry.  I called as soon as I knew I wouldn't be able to make it.""It's O.K. you can't help it.""Thanks John, hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."Click.Yippee...I've got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112429181047770168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=112429181047770168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112429181047770168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/112429181047770168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-call.html' title='Sick Call'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-110546293741400120</id><published>2005-08-15T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:44.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Sapphoto: Nightside?</title><summary type='text'>I bet you were trollling around the internet just clicking links when you happened onto this little site called Sapphoto: Nightside."What's Sapphoto: Nightside?" rolls around your head as you get ready to hit the back button. Who could be so lame to pass you onto this site where the author is obviously hung up on the cool gimmick of a name he fashioned.Sapphoto: Nightside is the chronicle of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/110546293741400120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=110546293741400120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/110546293741400120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/110546293741400120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-sapphoto-nightside.html' title='What is Sapphoto: Nightside?'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-107133908533730438</id><published>2003-12-13T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:43.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragic loss</title><summary type='text'>Mishawaka Indiana lost two fine officers today.  I've only covered one officer shooting death before in my 6 year videography career.  However this one seemed to hit a little close.1.  I live in Mishawaka, IN.  These guys were out there protecting me and my family.  I know they protected the whole town, but...2.  The shooting happened less than a mile from my home.I hate these stories.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/107133908533730438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=107133908533730438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/107133908533730438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/107133908533730438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2003/12/tragic-loss.html' title='A tragic loss'/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624207.post-105943193466638440</id><published>2003-07-28T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:35:42.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brain is empty. I'll espouse something later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/105943193466638440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5624207&amp;postID=105943193466638440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/105943193466638440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5624207/posts/default/105943193466638440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapphoto.blogspot.com/2003/07/my-brain-is-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>sapphoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09322236677507881299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/dreamteam1/sappweb/images/brianbucs3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
