<?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-4303316245763308433</id><updated>2011-09-23T06:37:58.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muted</title><subtitle type='html'>I like to sit, where there's no one, where there's nothing to be considered important. I like to listen to sound of silence, sound of the muted. I like to observe settlement of life, the unwanted. I like to breathe the beauty of society, the polluted soil. I just like to sit somewhere...somewhere close...close to the muted, the unwanted, the polluted,.... just to see how muted, how unwanted, how polluted I am....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kat Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066625103946189448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-4303316245763308433.post-2886068771244587289</id><published>2008-08-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:46:50.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southwest by Amtrak (Buffalo to Chicago)</title><content type='html'>Buffalo NY to Chicago Illinois, an over night train ride.  May15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the Train station at around 11:30pm May15 2008 with my baggages, which included: Nikon D50, Praktica ltl3, 50mm f1.8, 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 and a packfilm polaroid in one bag, clothing in another and my laptop. My train scheduled to leave at 11:59pm.  I waited for about half an hour just to hear the operator announced that the train will be running late.  I sat and watched people interacting with each other.  There were mostly senior citizens.  I felt strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 1:30am, the operator called us to go outside to wait for the train.  We waited and waited, the train came, but it wasn't our train.  People were getting a little frustrated and antsy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the train came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train4a.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried myself on to this long metal tube which i'll be in for another 2.5 days and rest my head.  I did woke up when the train arrived in Cleveland, Ohio but I was too tired to take out the camera to document such late night visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train from Buffalo to Chicago wasn't full, I had 2 seats for myself, sleeping soundly and uncomfortably on the 2 seats make the moment became unforgettable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and I was in South Bend, Indiana.  The sky was clear and I felt like reaching out and suck it all in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I had to go wash my face, for some reason I brought along the camera.  The restroom on the train was quite small even for me.  It surprised me how articulated the design for everything was because of the limited space it has.  I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my admiration of the restroom, I continued to convince myself that I'm actually on this trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train7.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train continued to travel across Indiana as I sat there and ate the left over my friends packed for me the night I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train6.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold pesto pasta, chicken and garlic breads were never tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like having pesto pasta on a moving train.  I looked out the window and I felt lifted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about an hour later, I saw a Mcdonald in the middle of the highway.  This was when I truly convinced that I'm moving West.  I'm in Chicago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4303316245763308433-2886068771244587289?l=kattranlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2886068771244587289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4303316245763308433&amp;postID=2886068771244587289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/2886068771244587289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/2886068771244587289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/2008/08/southwest-by-amtrak-buffalo-to-chicago.html' title='Southwest by Amtrak (Buffalo to Chicago)'/><author><name>Kat Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066625103946189448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303316245763308433.post-2005453517283958938</id><published>2008-01-13T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:40:57.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City on the Lake</title><content type='html'>Ontario Lake-Rochester&lt;br /&gt;They said Ontario Lake is more furious than Erie Lake, so I had to go see what all the fuzz is about.  Took a short trip along the Ontario Lake starting from Buffalo up to Niagara Falls and around the lake to Rochester.  I don't know if Ontario Lake is more furious than Erie but it sure have more dead fishes on its shore.  I guess Erie is not that poisonous after all, when compare to Ontario at least.  It was nice to travel along the shore and take photos of the gift from mother nature.  It was also nice to travel into the city and take photos of the gift from mankind.  Both gifts looked quite contradicting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2195/2190988653_871b844839_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2376/2190992411_b148c601ba_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2191783906_3c070af2eb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2191000237_8097de6af9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2420/2191005387_82cfd6af9b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2191008747_f93b310e6b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4303316245763308433-2005453517283958938?l=kattranlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2005453517283958938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4303316245763308433&amp;postID=2005453517283958938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/2005453517283958938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/2005453517283958938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/2008/01/city-on-lake.html' title='City on the Lake'/><author><name>Kat Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066625103946189448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303316245763308433.post-6925397602964629806</id><published>2008-01-08T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:19:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A historian to be</title><content type='html'>The following photos were taken while we were walking through Chinatown looking for some Dimsum.  I love to take public transportation, there's just something about it is really sublimed.  Being an anonymous subject within a crowded strangers bring something to the surface that's hard to get when you're surrounded with friends.  Some would be terrified with this thought, but I love it.  I love being a stranger to other people and observe them as if they were in a motion picture.  People pass you by, you'd give them an expression of grace and that would be the last time you'd see them.  And if we were to see them again we would probably smile with excitement because then we just became a historian of our own time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's another level underneath this train tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/trainbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they're trying to control the order of ticket holders in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/train1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you passed the bared gate, you're allowed to either sit and stare at the opposite window into a darkness of the wall outside or you can fall flat and sleep...either way you'll be staring into a void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/roastedduck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe when you'd come out of that void, you'd get to smell the delicious of chinese roasted ducks.  Who could resist such a taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/stairsleeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are those who just passing the day by not looking in a black wall but decided to diminish daylight all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those who trying to promote a chemical that could cure cancers and can sophisticatedly help you expose to longer days and shorter nights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/teapotdonttouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to touch such 'tangible' things.  If not careful, we'd be stuck in a world where we won't able to return to the time we used to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/mall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is where there are three propositions already setting out for us, all we have to do is choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/wazzyhead/newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that what we did.  We make choices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4303316245763308433-6925397602964629806?l=kattranlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6925397602964629806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4303316245763308433&amp;postID=6925397602964629806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/6925397602964629806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/6925397602964629806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/2008/01/historian-to-be.html' title='A historian to be'/><author><name>Kat Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066625103946189448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303316245763308433.post-8267061335765869672</id><published>2007-12-17T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:40:59.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasers don't kill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came across a protest against the usage of taser by police while I was visiting Toronto, Canada on the weekend of November 24th, a month and 10 days after the death of Robert Dziekanski.  Robert Dziekanski was a polish immigrant who landed on Canada's soil on October 13 2007 at Vancouver Airport and was tasered to death shortly on October 14 2007 by the RCMP.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Robert's flight arrived late.  He had some troubles at the custom gates with his baggages.  The police were asking him questions but he did not understand english.  The police didn't have any translating equipments or persons in trying to help him.  There was a miscommunication on both sides.  Robert got agitated and was throwing things around, the police ordered for him to calm down which he did but the police tasered Robert 4 times anyways and caused the death of Robert and the controversial debate of taser usage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;more headlines at &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2007/10/14/bc-taser.html"&gt;CBCnews.ca&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/16/world/americas/16canada.html?partner=rssnyt&amp;amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;The New York Times'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures of the protest in Toronto, CA on November 24th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2118787169_46ffc830a2_o.jpg" width="700" height="465" alt="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/2119545176_114329c63f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2118768095_b92e1305f5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2032/2118785211_f46b2e3eb4_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2119547732_6ea9c56f60_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2174/2118772295_446b121bf2_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2172/2119548866_b35859451c_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2061/2118774387_e37c72a476_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2222/2118776329_7f85f0c40f_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2118778193_6d1e663dff_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2304/2118780431_558b8d1982_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2119562284_48c93936cf_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2381/2119560502_2b6a73458d_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/2119780438_945a9177cc_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4303316245763308433-8267061335765869672?l=kattranlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8267061335765869672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4303316245763308433&amp;postID=8267061335765869672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/8267061335765869672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4303316245763308433/posts/default/8267061335765869672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kattranlens.blogspot.com/2007/12/tasers-dont-kill.html' title='Tasers don&apos;t kill?'/><author><name>Kat Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08066625103946189448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
