<?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-2312046030532853309</id><updated>2012-01-11T07:27:24.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is waiting to begin.</title><subtitle type='html'>Photos, Words, Expression.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312046030532853309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin Mower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802910385063816251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcdOZLS3caQ/So2KtIcjIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/2expPqgmqyU/S220/l_1a87250654ce4809a81de2a803fc34e3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312046030532853309.post-86356185047045930</id><published>2011-12-23T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:03:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some photos I've recently taken- Documentation that I do still in fact exist.</title><content type='html'>I want to update my life and whats been going on.  &lt;br /&gt;But then again I don't.  &lt;br /&gt;No one reads this.  &lt;br /&gt;I like playing guitar a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;I like taking pictures still.  &lt;br /&gt;My arm is blue now.  &lt;br /&gt;Still solo.  &lt;br /&gt;Haven't gained weight.  &lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm learning to be a man like David, a man after God's own heart.&lt;br /&gt;I think I love again.&lt;br /&gt;I do exist, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPVjClaWCx0/TvUGdpeJrVI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xt_K__Pjlh4/s1600/11a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPVjClaWCx0/TvUGdpeJrVI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xt_K__Pjlh4/s320/11a.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689460810670779730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band I've been doing videos for here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpuCUhFscyM/TvULLRk2sFI/AAAAAAAAALg/rCBiBi7HCMQ/s1600/22a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpuCUhFscyM/TvULLRk2sFI/AAAAAAAAALg/rCBiBi7HCMQ/s320/22a.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689465992576938066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog Freckles died.  She was 11.  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxZnjxruKzc/TvUMcIocoSI/AAAAAAAAALs/YLlA0tZTcDE/s1600/23a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxZnjxruKzc/TvUMcIocoSI/AAAAAAAAALs/YLlA0tZTcDE/s320/23a.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689467381745492258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian Monk playing Call of Duty in my house.  I call him Friar Tuck, he is a brother absolutely.  His name is John.  Yes, that's Jesus on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWgR3Fk1e_U/TvUN0LunQ3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0S20wvfEvL8/s1600/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWgR3Fk1e_U/TvUN0LunQ3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0S20wvfEvL8/s320/10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689468894405149554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind living in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhmqKogzxrU/TvUOn8RQCCI/AAAAAAAAAME/P87N3y1hXUA/s1600/30.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UhmqKogzxrU/TvUOn8RQCCI/AAAAAAAAAME/P87N3y1hXUA/s320/30.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689469783608657954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the Midwest and West in general. The Sun runs so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQinr58-DRg/TvURibKb9OI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kX69nbFCYhE/s1600/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQinr58-DRg/TvURibKb9OI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kX69nbFCYhE/s320/14.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689472987357246690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this guy a lot in my life.  But Machina is still operating empowered by the Spirit.  It's the best time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday I will make a good husband from all the things I'm learning from where my life is at currently.  I wouldn't choose to live anywhere else right now.  &lt;br /&gt;I want to see the country.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tour in a band.&lt;br /&gt;I do exist, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312046030532853309-86356185047045930?l=justin-mower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/feeds/86356185047045930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-photos-ive-recently-taken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312046030532853309/posts/default/86356185047045930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312046030532853309/posts/default/86356185047045930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-photos-ive-recently-taken.html' title='Some photos I&apos;ve recently taken- Documentation that I do still in fact exist.'/><author><name>Justin Mower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802910385063816251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcdOZLS3caQ/So2KtIcjIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/2expPqgmqyU/S220/l_1a87250654ce4809a81de2a803fc34e3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPVjClaWCx0/TvUGdpeJrVI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xt_K__Pjlh4/s72-c/11a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312046030532853309.post-4767907396323978461</id><published>2011-05-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:24:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive- existing; not dead or lifeless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CqqQYp5-o/TfWivzuqZCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2gx6Iu2Qubk/s1600/FIlm_Fun2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CqqQYp5-o/TfWivzuqZCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2gx6Iu2Qubk/s320/FIlm_Fun2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617575052438037538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just randomly had the spur of the moment feeling to give a nutshell kind of update on what my life consists of in mid 2011 to anyone who may stumble across this or is still affiliated with it thru school,  maybe someone is passing thru, or maybe I'm lucky enough that you for some reason, googled my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I miss everyone a ton from school.  I'm so proud to see people thru out attaining their dreams and becoming successful photographers!  I congratulate you and commission you to press on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to me now I guess.  I am well.  Solid.  Remaining.  All of these are truths.  As far as what I'm doing?  I have no idea.  Everyday has a schedule, every week has plans.  Every month looking back contained busyness. But what did I do?  I have no idea, haha.  But I am doing ok.  Do I still do "Photography" as my degree states I do?  Eh, here and there.  I no longer have a digital camera.  I have two 35mm cameras and I do shooting here and there on 30mm and 50mm lenses in scattered locations.  That about wraps up my "photography" life I'd suppose.  But I'm ok with it.  I never once really had the mindset to pay bills with my photographs.  And I'm perfectly content with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;- exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labor; toil.&lt;br /&gt;As far as paying bills is concerned I currently am a bike messenger for Jimmy Johns.  I enjoy it.  It pays bills and lets me stay in shape and mostly outside during hours.  I can't really complain.  Of course higher pay would be nice.  But I enjoy having a super easy 3-4 hour work day plus tips.  I'm blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;- an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation.&lt;br /&gt;Outside of work I don't really know where my time goes.  It's strange.  But I guess that's life.  I have been pursuing guitar equipment to begin a musical project.  It's in the works currently but it has no limits as to where it will go.  If it means I move wherever I need to, I will.  I have no ties anywhere, which I enjoy greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Living&lt;/span&gt;- in actual existence or use; extant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1pDWpkCLI/TfWigWXgvrI/AAAAAAAAADs/moZPsV4eKb0/s1600/Film_Fun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1pDWpkCLI/TfWigWXgvrI/AAAAAAAAADs/moZPsV4eKb0/s320/Film_Fun.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617574786858270386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am existing.  I an extant.  Am I in use?  I can't answer that for myself.  It would have to be the people around me that would answer if I am used.  I attempt to serve at a church called Renovatus on Tuesday nights.  I serve thru leading worship in Psalm.  All I know is the presence of the spirit that is living inside of me, and the flesh I'm dying to daily.  It's not this radical looking things.  Sure it has it's moments, when I am truly conquered and Christ receives full glory.  Nevertheless, it's a daily process of living by faith, walking in Christ's grace, and becoming a disciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;- most desirable; ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75kFSBmAHr8/TfWiW6KuTKI/AAAAAAAAADk/0ZYHDmlZceU/s1600/FIlm%2BFun4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75kFSBmAHr8/TfWiW6KuTKI/AAAAAAAAADk/0ZYHDmlZceU/s320/FIlm%2BFun4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617574624669617314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my goal?  My mission?  What are my dreams? I've always had a super passionate heart towards traveling.  From before the moment I received my faith in Christ.  However, from that moment I had an intense desire to travel for a greater cause than myself.  I guess one could say that my dream is to travel, see, and experience the world the way that it was intended to be experienced, seen, and felt.  I desire to spread love, like a wildfire.  I desire to serve people who have never known what it is like to be served.  I desire to go where no "white man" has gone.  I desire to help those who don't know that hope exists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's stopping me?  What's holding me back?  Is it possible to have the feeling of com-formality be overwhelming on ones life?  I couldn't agree more.  Being comfortable is a cancer as far as I'm concerned.  It creates excuses, laziness and causes stagnant, day-in-day-out-same-ol'-thing living.  I'll have nothing to do with that, as best I can.  But I find myself becoming exactly what I didn't wish to become while in pursuit of my dreams.  Funny how things work.  (Disclaimer- being in a comfortable place isn't always a bad thing.  I thought I'd mention that before someone flips out on me for just making a statement like that.  This is coming from a basically 21 yr. single male in America in the year 2011.  I have either lost my mind, or I have nothing that I desire to become comfortable with.  I understand and am completely ok with that.  A good family, a couple kids, a middle class job could be what comfort is to you.  But it isn't to me, so don't flip out on me please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is ideal for my life?  An ideal thing would be to find a way to travel and do what I feel, is most enjoyable.  However, they haven't developed space ships (at affordable prices) that will shoot humans out into space to explore outer space.  So for now what seems ideal in my mind is to find a way that allows travel to become attainable throughout the continents here on Earth.  All the while having a main focus of spreading the love of God, not limited to the slavery of denominational values.  True agape love.  Currently I have been seriously looking into and applying myself thru application of the Peace Corps.  It just seems ideal to me.  The ability to travel, serve people who truly, honestly need help, and to spread the love of Christ given to me,  while being a light bearer.  I'll keep whoever is interested in this up to date with what happens in the next few weeks to months.  I am just following what I feel is my heart on this.  Yes, I've lost all ties to a sane mind. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Future&lt;/span&gt;- time that is to be or come hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBWLeWXYaX0/TfWiN5M2k3I/AAAAAAAAADc/QrUVeoGWe4E/s1600/Film_Fun3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBWLeWXYaX0/TfWiN5M2k3I/AAAAAAAAADc/QrUVeoGWe4E/s320/Film_Fun3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617574469791290226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does the future hold?  What is in the future for my life?  I really wish I knew, it would make every single thing I did everyday so much easier to understand.  But unfortunately I don't have that pleasure of knowing, haha.  I will keep anyone interested in knowing what happens in my near or further future though!  Just let me know and I'll be happy to give updates on anything at all!   I'm proud of all my classmates that are pursuing further photography endeavors, make the world a better place with your images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace&amp;peace,&lt;br /&gt;Justin Mower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2312046030532853309-4767907396323978461?l=justin-mower.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/feeds/4767907396323978461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/2011/05/alive-existing-not-dead-or-lifeless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312046030532853309/posts/default/4767907396323978461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2312046030532853309/posts/default/4767907396323978461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justin-mower.blogspot.com/2011/05/alive-existing-not-dead-or-lifeless.html' title='Alive- existing; not dead or lifeless.'/><author><name>Justin Mower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802910385063816251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcdOZLS3caQ/So2KtIcjIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/2expPqgmqyU/S220/l_1a87250654ce4809a81de2a803fc34e3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CqqQYp5-o/TfWivzuqZCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2gx6Iu2Qubk/s72-c/FIlm_Fun2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
