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			<image:caption>Kinsale, Ireland, on the southern Cork coast, is a generally active village. Fishing occupies the time and interests of many. Good restaurants abound. Bread-and-breakfasts line the colorful streets. But even in this lively village, one street in particular stood out. It just couldn&apos;t stay still! Colors - bold purples, excited yellows, and flashy reds - seemed to jump from the walls of the buildings. Flowers burst from windows, sills and containers. Even the sidewalks undulated with dips and rises to escort rain waters away from doorways. And the result? A veritable wave of color.</image:caption>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/top-of-the-morning-ireland-gougane-barra-st-finbar-chapel/</loc>
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			<image:caption>In Ireland you would be surprised by the amount of greetings you get; especially when they know you are from out of town. It doesn&apos;t seem to matter to them; you are an Irishman for that moment. So long as you have a smile (and a pint doesn&apos;t hurt) and a friendly greeting, you are set. This fact is probably one of biggest reasons why Ireland holds a special place in my heart; my homeland. And on this morning, even the sun and the sky and the placid lake seemed to greet me and the day ahead with that ever-friendly phrase; top of the morning to you.</image:caption>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-passage-scotlan-church-doors-lake-sailboat-mountains/</loc>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-grove-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:title>The Grove</image:title>
			<image:caption>On cloudy days like these, no matter what time of day, you can never seem to escape the mysterious dark clouds suspended above you. On this particular road however, the grove of warped and weathered trees offer you an escape from the ever-present clouds. The twisted gray limbs create a halo in the sky that makes them untouchable by the clouds that encase them. Although the gloom looks as though it may overcome you, it is the farthest thing from the truth. Instead you get lost in the mysterious path that leads you to that unexpected destination. You are neither anxious nor nervous because you know that something this fantastical can only lead you somewhere you want to go. </image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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			<image:caption>The Temple Bar is the type of place you would call &quot;a statement&quot; mostly because of its brightly colored crimson facade and black trim that traces the outline of the building. It adorns the corner of the street as a definite prominent figure. You could say that its name, The Temple Bar, describes it well. To me it is truly a temple, not the kind dedicated to religion, but one that has housed laughter, friends, and cheers throughout the years. That is truly the only way you can describe this ostentatious bar and in my opinion, the only way it would want to be remembered.</image:caption>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/soft-day-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Soft-Day-Ireland-Sheep-Peat-Bogs.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Soft Day</image:title>
			<image:caption>
A hard shot on a soft day. What made a scene perfect made it perfectly difficult to get. We discovered a setting with all the components of the Irish landscape paradigm: sheep lounging in a gully, a stone bridge spanning a meandering stream, lush grass clinging to a craggy landscape, mist hanging in the background. But on this day on the isle, other elements were at work. Our tripod hugged the ground to escape the wind, and our camera took refuge under an umbrella to escape the mist on this &quot;soft&quot; day. </image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/sherlock-holmes-england-london-pub-watson/</loc>
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			<image:caption>This pub&apos;s namesake is one that is known throughout the world. The bachelor detective&apos;s life revolved around areas next to and around this pub that was once known at the Northumberland Hotel. Originally a small lodging house, it has done just that in housing patrons and quirky detectives alike throughout the many years of its operation. Although refurbished and restored, one can still stop and try to hear the distant cry of a Baskerville hound while sipping their dram, or catch a glimpse of the cunning Holmes and Watson dashing through the door in a fleeting attempt to unmask the villain of their last great caper. </image:caption>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/rose-cottage-cotswolds-england-roses-flowers/</loc>
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			<image:caption>The Cotswold Hills in England define charm. The same could be said of the people. In the tiny village of Broad Camden, lying just outside the much larger village of Chipping Camden, a gathering of thatched-roof cottages peek through boxwood hedges, hydrangeas and tall trees. In this quiet, untraveled spot, a cottage dense with blooms and foliage caught our eye. 



We knocked on the wooden door, which was soon opened by the cottage&apos;s owner. Would she mind if we took a photograph of her house? we asked. Of course, she replied, excited and flattered that the front of her house might merit such attention. As soon as we had completed the shot, she kindly asked us in, then proudly took us through her home to the back. There, on the other side of this flowering magnificence, was yet more. More flowers in a beautiful cottage garden as welcoming as the woman herself.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/rhapsody-in-color-meadow-scotland/</loc>
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			<image:caption>A scene like this makes me love what I do even more. I probably would have just walked past this area at any other time of the day but at this moment when the sun was dancing its way through the leaves, I could not help but stop and take in this rhapsody of color that popped out in every direction. Something so simple yet so incredibly beautiful can freeze time and allow us to truly get lost in a moment.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/reflective-moment-finbar-boats-fisherman-gougane-barra-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Reflective-Moment-Finbar-Boats-Fisherman-Gougane-Barra-Ireland.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>It was a typical morning for me on a shoot. I was having breakfast at my Bed &amp; Breakfast wondering which direction to take that day. It was at this same Bed &amp; Breakfast three years earlier that I was given a suggestion of a place I might consider shooting; a small chapel on a lake in the mountains of County Cork. I headed out early to take advantage of calm winds and perfect light. An elderly Irishman, walking along the road, informed me of the quickest route to take. When I arrived, I witnessed the boats, the chapel, the misty mountains fading in the background and my own pondering, all to be a perfect moment of reflection.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/promised-land-boat-tir-na-nog-sunrise/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Promised-Land-Boat-Tir-Na-Nog-Sunrise.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>On this particular morning in Ireland I saw a fantastic sight. I saw the stroke of the paintbrush from the Master&apos;s hands. Like an artist, He works carefully to blend each hue of morning into one fluid stroke not only to stretch out over the sky but to also be reflected in the glass shimmer of the lake that it surrounds. The boat, in perfect placement, waits for a passenger to carry into the promised land.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/outlander-highland-cow-scotland-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Outlander-Highland-Cow-Scotland.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/old-man-of-storr-scotland-isle-of-skye/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Old-Man-of-Storr-Scotland-Isle-of-Skye.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Legend has it that the Old Man of Storr was a giant who lived on the Isle of Skye. When he was laid to rest, his thumb remained above the ground to mark his grave. While these jutting rock formations may be just that, you can&apos;t help but let your mind wander through the hills and imagine the giant who formed them. There&apos;s something mystical about Scotland and the legends and history it holds. As I stood to take this photo I let myself get caught in the clouds and the legend that is the Old Man of Storr.</image:caption>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/old-course-st-andrews-england-clubhouse-golf/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Old-Course-St.-Andrews-England-Clubhouse-Golf.jpg</image:loc>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/middle-earth-ancient-trees-church-england/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Middle-Earth-Ancient-Trees-Church-England.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Middle Earth. Often thought of as a place of Earth but with not so many Earthly qualities. A mystical land of wizards, rings, dwarves and hobbits. I like to think this door is the entrance to such a place. The yew tree has long been known to be the &quot;tree of death&quot; because it is poisoners to animals. That meaning can take place here as well but in a different way. The death of normalcy and the rebirth of the magical. What better sentries to guard the entrance to middle earth than that of such an ancient tree? They are magical in themselves which makes this journey all the more fantastic; don&apos;t yew think? </image:caption>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/medieval-dawn-castle-scotland-fog/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Medieval-Dawn-Castle-Scotland-Fog.jpg</image:loc>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/highlander-cow-scotland-minimalist/</loc>
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			<image:caption>The Highlander cows in Scotland are known for their iconic, shaggy hair and large curved horns. I see them as the sentries to the Scottish Highlands; having been &apos;round long before the paved roads and cities, these gentle giants are the true proprietors of the hills and marshes that cover the Scottish landscape. Though seemingly rough in their appearance, there is something beautiful about these homesteaders spotting the countryside that draws you in and holds your gaze long enough to snap the perfect portrait.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/highlander-ii-scotland-cow/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Highlander-II-Scotland-Cow.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The Highlander cows in Scotland are known for their iconic, shaggy hair and large curved horns. I see them as the sentries to the Scottish Highlands; having been &apos;round long before the paved roads and cities, these gentle giants are the true proprietors of the hills and marshes that cover the Scottish landscape. Though seemingly rough in their appearance, there is something beautiful about these homesteaders spotting the countryside that draws you in and holds your gaze long enough to snap the perfect portrait.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/gogartys-pub-ireland-temple-bar-irish-guinness/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Gogartys-Pub-Ireland-Temple-Bar-Irish-Guinness.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>A pub like Gogarty&apos;s may seem like every other pub in the Temple Bar District of Ireland; dark, cozy, and full of laughter, music, and a Guinness or two. What people may not see upon walking thru the door is that Gogarty&apos;s stretches up past the first pub to a whole building of the same dark wood and joyful music. Four stories high the tradition of the Irish goes up just as patron&apos;s spirits do with each floor climbed. This pub is one you don&apos;t want to miss. Take an hour (or in our case, several) and wind your way to the top; we can guarantee a friend or two will be gained along the way.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/gentle-giants-dunquin-harbor-ireland-game-of-thrones/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Gentle-Giants-Dunquin-Harbor-Ireland-Game-of-Thrones.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Two stone mountains that jut from the water aren&apos;t always a scene we find inviting. These two, however, reside in Ireland; therefore, they have been graced with the lush moss from its cool blue water, and have been speckled with the far off sounds of laughter in the air. They are not ordinary, but rather extraordinary, they are not sharp, but soft with age. They sit side by side as two gentle giants watching over their homeland.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/enchanted-portrait-landscape-ireland-northern-ireland-game-of-thrones-beach/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Enchanted-Portrait-Landscape-Ireland-Northern-Ireland-Game-of-Thrones-Beach-Trees-Dark-Hedges.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>In County Antrim on the north coast of Ireland, there winds a road that takes you deep into a grove of beech trees with branches reaching out above you on either side. Looking down the road beyond a curve, there is a glow of light and you can&apos;t help but wonder what mystical land lies beyond.Fog adorns the air sending a gentle mist around all those who travel down this enchanted road. Although the air is damp, you seem to be lost in the arch of arms tangling their way through each other, luring you in to the fantastical land that lies beyond.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/enchanted-mystery-ireland-northern-ireland-game-of-thrones-beach-trees-dark-hedges/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Enchanted-Mystery-Ireland-Northern-Ireland-Game-of-Thrones-Beach-Trees-Dark-Hedges.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>In County Antrim on the north coast of Ireland, there winds a road that takes you deep into a grove of beech trees with branches reaching out above you on either side. Looking down the road beyond a curve, there is a glow of light and you can&apos;t help but wonder what mystical land lies beyond. Fog adorns the air sending a gentle mist around all those who travel down this enchanted road. Although the air is damp, you seem to be lost in the arch of arms tangling their way through each other, luring you in to the fantastical land that lies beyond.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/dunquin-ireland-harbor-game-of-thrones/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Dunquin-Ireland-Harbor-Game-Of-Thrones.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Two stone mountains that jut from the water aren&apos;t always a scene we find inviting. These two, however, reside in Ireland; therefore, they have been graced with the lush moss from its cool blue water, and have been speckled with the far off sounds of laughter in the air. They are not ordinary, but rather extraordinary, they are not sharp, but soft with age. They sit side by side as two gentle giants watching over their homeland.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/debarra-pub-ireland-guinness-jameson/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/DeBarra-Pub-Ireland-Guinness-Jameson.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/castle-gardens-england-castle-roses-bridgerton/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Castle-Gardens-England-Castle-Roses-Bridgerton.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>
Haddon Hall, considered one of the most romantic English manor homes, is noted for its spectacular roses. The gardener put us in contact with a gentleman who gave us permission to bring our equipment into the gardens. We were given a special tour and access to all the estate grounds. Nestled on the side of a hill above a lazy river, Haddon Hall is the epitome of romance. It&apos;s clearly evident that tremendous care has been taken to maintain the grounds and gardens. Although this is considered a manor home we think of it more as a castle.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/cambrays-england-cotswolds-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Cambrays-England-Cotswolds.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/be-still-gougane-barra-finbar-chapel-county-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Be-Still-Gougane-Barra-Finbar-Chapel-County-Cork-Ireland.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The small chapel of St. Finbar is nestled amongst aged trees and the lush blooms of rhododendron. The lake surrounds the small inlet which emanates solidarity. On a morning such as this, I opted to view the chapel from a different perspective so that I could not only see the sanctuary itself, but the beauty that gives it the grace it so deserves. The pink rays that illuminate the valley behind are perfect accents. Nothing moves, everything is frozen in that perfect moment. As for myself, I breath in the moment and be still.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/be-still-portrait-landscape-ireland-chapel/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Be-Still-Portrait-Landscape-Ireland-Chapel.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The small chapel of St. Finbar is nestled amongst aged trees and the lush blooms of rhododendron. The lake surrounds the small inlet which emanates solidarity. On a morning such as this, I opted to view the chapel from a different perspective so that I could not only see the sanctuary itself, but the beauty that gives it the grace it so deserves. The pink rays that illuminate the valley behind are perfect accents. Nothing moves, everything is frozen in that perfect moment. As for myself, I breath in the moment and be still.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/be-still-gougane-barra-ireland-chapel-st-finbar-county-cork/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Be-Still-Gougane-Barra-Ireland-Chapel-St.-Finbar-County-Cork.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The small chapel of St. Finbar is nestled amongst aged trees and the lush blooms of rhododendron. The lake surrounds the small inlet which emanates solidarity. On a morning such as this, I opted to view the chapel from a different perspective so that I could not only see the sanctuary itself, but the beauty that gives it the grace it so deserves. The pink rays that illuminate the valley behind are perfect accents. Nothing moves, everything is frozen in that perfect moment. As for myself, I breath in the moment and be still.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/a-time-past-black-hills-ireland-famine-house-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/A-Time-Past-Black-Hills-Ireland-Famine-House.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Probably too often we look at an old house such as this and think how sad and forlorn its empty walls and windows seem. How the decayed roof no longer provides shelter from the elements. Personally, I&apos;ve been seeking out the positives that life has to offer and with that comes a new outlook on many things; one being this house. Now, I see a peaceful retreat for the sheep and a shady lawn to lay. I see a design of sun rays that splash through the roof onto the walls, giving them life. I see the story of a time past where a family had once lived and loved. When all we see is what is gone; we miss what is still there.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/esmeralda-spain-water-fisherman-boats-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Esmeralda-Spain-Water-Fisherman-Boats.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Esmeralda Fisherman</image:title>
			<image:caption>A fisherman&apos;s life used to be a simple life. Rise in the morning, make your way to the docks, climb into your boat, and sail away for that day&apos;s catch. I see the draw of that life; or at least how that life used to be. How everything used to be; simple. But seeing these boats anchored in this cove with water so clear and emerald the mystery of the ocean floor eludes you; I was brought back to a simpler time when there was just a boat, the ocean, and the sun on the horizon.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-rising-cliffs-portugal-sunrise-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/The-Rising-Cliffs-Portugal-Sunrise.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Seeing a photo of something as immense as these cliffs in the Algarve of Portugal is one thing, but as you gaze down and see the precipitous narrow steps you had to climb to reach your destination you get a sense of accomplishment which only makes the view even more gratifying. As your eyes wander up, the vibrant oranges and yellows of the rising sun illuminate the sky and paint the cliffs with a warm blush. It all makes you truly notice where you&apos;re standing and all you can do is soak in the view and hope that it lasts forever.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/steeped-in-color-portugal-winery-hills-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Steeped-In-Color-Portugal-Winery-Hills.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Wine is one of the many passions of the world and that statement goes without question in the Douro Valley of Portugal. The layers of autumn weave their way up and down each terrace creating a quilt of vines that in years to come will steep the region with wine. But before then, I hope this image will provide a different kind of nourishment, one that steeps the mind in beauty and color.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/sense-of-balance-portugal-docks-fishermen-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Sense-of-Balance-Portugal-Docks-Fishermen.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>On this particular stretch of docks that weave their ways in and out of the tumultuous sea, you have to stop for a moment to truly realize what it must have taken for them to endure all that they have. These docks do not offer the pristine beauty of perfection, but to me they offered something better; a type of rugged beauty that sets them aside from the usual and I think that is what drew me to them in the first place. There was nothing special about them, and yet that is what made them special. It seemed to me that they had created a sense of balance between the &quot;usual&quot; and the unusual making them truly a sight to see and something that should be revered in days to come.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/porto-red-door-portugal-2/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Porto-Red-Door-Portugal.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/porto-multi-door-portugal-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Porto-Multi-Door-Portugal.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/porto-green-door-portugal-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Porto-Green-Door-Portugal.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/luna-sobre-alhambra-spain-caslte-moonlight-moon/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Luna-Sobre-Alhambra-Spain-Caslte-Moonlight-Moon.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>This majestic castle lays itself across the hills of Granada, Spain. The mellowness of the setting sun is accentuated with warm lights adorning its feet. You can see the faintest detection of the moon as it begins to illuminate in the absence of the sun. The light is not gone but is merely replaced by a different light that reveals a whole other persona of the castle itself. It is that moonlight that allows us to enrapture ourselves not only in the vision of the Alhambra during the day, but also in the revelation that beauty is even present in the night.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/life-is-but-a-dream-boat-beach-portugal/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Life-Is-But-A-Dream-Boat-Beach-Portugal.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>On a balmy summer afternoon in the old Portuguese seaside town of NazarÃ©, a fishing boat sat lonely on the beach as a testament to the pursuit that has sustained this area for centuries. Larger than it seems, the boat measures more than six feet high at the bow, making it quite immense for a &quot;row boat.&quot;</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/las-catedrales-rocks-cathedral-ocean-beach/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Las-Catedrales-Rocks-Cathedral-Ocean-Beach.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The words, the cathedrals, create a myriad of images that form in our minds; a picture of grandiose stone and marble architecture stretching it&apos;s fingertips to the sky with spires that carry the prayers of the people to the heavens. This, however, is not the case with this Las Catedrales beach. It offers a different kind of worship; one of raw nature and effortlessness that rivals even the most benevolent cathedrals. This beach earned its name for its colossal stone formations that touch the sky with no help from mankind; a place so striking that you feel at one with the creator. A feeling such as this is something you carry with you long after your footprints have been dusted from the sand.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/hight-on-a-hill-slovenia-st-thomas-church-valley/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Hight-on-a-Hill-Slovenia-St.-Thomas-Church-Valley.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Nestled in the hills, the sight of this church sings a hymn all its own. With the birds as its choir, the sun as its spotlight, this hymnal weaves its way down valleys, across mountains, and through the ever-present fog of the dawn; making it impossible to hear a doubtful thought or melancholy feeling. This church and the song that it sings spreads joy far and near; gracing each person who hears its melody.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/first-light-lake-bled-slovenia-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/First-Light-Lake-Bled-Slovenia.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The first light of the day brings about a new beginning each morning. As the sun sets, it turns the page of the day to a new chapter. The first light of the sun shines on the blank page, beckoning us to write that day&apos;s story. It should come as no surprise that I love to create and each day that blank page calls to me much like the first light of the day. I found myself drawn to the lake and the church throughout my trip and yet nothing had sparked that creativity to write; to shoot; until the day of the image. Everything flowed and danced so perfectly that as the sun set on that day, I turned my page with a smile on my face and a view in my mind that I&apos;d hoped would never fade.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/evora-colorful-wall-southern-europe-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Evora-Colorful-Wall-Southern-Europe.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>In passing this door, that&apos;s probably all you see; a door. But if you stop and gaze, you see the wall that surrounds the door. You see the pinks fading into blues, greens and yellows. The blue crackles with the pink to create, ever so slightly, a violet that you see hiding in the plaster and you realize how this symphony of color could have ever been overlooked. Like so many things in life, beauty can sometimes be masked but it&apos;s there just the same. So although we may not have been looking, it&apos;s precisely what we found in Evora.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/eternal-water-ocean-rocks-sunset-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Eternal-Water-Ocean-Rocks-Sunset.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Somewhere far beyond the horizon lies the unknown. A beacon we feel we can never quite find. The rocks on the shore lead us towards the setting sun; the only thing to truly see what lies beyond. With the water resting on the sand in smooth arrays we fight the urge to take a heavenly step onto the sea, being drawn to something eternally out of our grasps; yet something we get to be a part of each and every day as the sun completes its voyage and can rest beyond the horizon.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/endurance-portugal-fishermen-docks-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Endurance-Portugal-Fishermen-Docks.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>A dock such as this clearly shows character, a type of character that can sometimes be non-existent in humans. That character is endurance, the type that sets you aside from the others and makes you stand out and stand up against anything that threatens to capture you. This dock was once a sturdy path from land to sea, and as we see it now, that journey is no longer possible. We can, however, still see the path that was tread before, not physically, but symbolically.All that remains are the posts that stand erect on either side, the support that has stood up against all odds. They still stand, allowing your eyes to wander beyond this forever symbol of endurance.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/beyond-the-twilight-spain-village-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Beyond-The-Twilight-Spain-Village.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>During the day, the streets are bustling and the shops are full. Although the hustle and bustle of a little Spanish town is still charming, I prefer the evenings. When the only occupants in town are tucked into cozy cafÃ©s and restaurants, the whole air seems to change. It&apos;s as if the flute playing the merry tune of morning has slowed to the soothing sound of a french horn serenading the sun as it drifts to sleep. It truly can be hard to capture such a feeling with just the click of the camera; but even after looking at the image now, I can hear that same melody waltzing down the cobblestones beyond the twilight.</image:caption>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/autumns-veil-lake-bled-slovenia-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Autumns-Veil-Lake-Bled-Slovenia.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Sharing our experiences with people, and more importantly, our images, has always been the cornerstone of what we&apos;ve built this business on. However, on a recent trip to Bled, Slovenia after four days of low clouds and dismal lighting, I was afraid there would be no images to share from this trip. With five days to shoot, I felt I gave myself adequate time to capture one of Europe&apos;s most beautiful places, the 15th century church of the Assumption of Mary. Sitting on Slovenia&apos;s only island, the church is part of an idyllic back-drop, unfortunately, the weather was relentlessly jeopardizing my chances to capture the scene I wanted. On the morning of my departure, feeling frustrated about the shoot thus far, the clouds began to dissipate, revealing a variety of dramatic lighting situations in about a two-hour time-frame. It was another fabulous experience to shareâ¦â¦minus the first 4 days.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/vignamaggio-cellars-wine-italy/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/A-Good-Year-Wine-Portugal-1800s-Vintage.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Good Year For Wine</image:title>
			<image:caption>Wine is known to get better with age and as I stepped down into this cellar, I could smell age all around me. The air was musty and dry and smelled of smoke. Inside were oak barrels where the wine was being fused with dramatic flavors and subtle notes of each individual grape that combine over the years to make the perfect blend. I stood and imagined what each vintage must taste like. With wine, you are able to experience years of memories in one glass; the earthy tones from the ground, the bite of a bold grape maturing, or that smoky finish from the aged barrels. From each, the ageless flavor will last forever . . . not unlike a photograph.  </image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/embracing-the-night-prague-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Embracing-the-Night-Prague-Square.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>As we travel, we become aware that the laws of the natural world apply universally. The simple consistency in the rising and setting of the sun reminds us of our commonalities, rather than our differences. The sun rests at the end of the day in the outer reaches of our world, just as it does at home.

Even so, the sun&apos;s recline can stand out as unusual in any locale. Sitting outside in the rooftop restaurant of a Prague hotel, we witnessed one of those sunsets that etch themselves into memory. As we enjoyed our meal in the evening air, warm despite the day&apos;s drawing closed, the lights in the old town square illuminated shadowy forms, like ghosts of the past. Above, the sky slowly transformed itself under the sun&apos;s sleepy eye. Like a rose blooming, pale pink became scarlet, then lavender, then violet. And we sat, amazed, again, at the wonder of the world, that its beauty can find us wherever we are.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/stoic-iceland-church-goat-sheep-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Stoic-Iceland-church-goat-sheep.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Showing no emotion is the definition of the term &quot;stoic&quot; and when looking at this image I could think of no better word than that to describe the sheep that stood guard outside this iconic church. Showing no notion that I was there let alone capturing his likeness in an image. He graced this image as he graced the Icelandic grasses; completely indifferent to the iconic refinement his presence gave.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/silhouettes-charles-bridge-czech-republic-prague-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Silhouettes-Charles-Bridge-Czech-Republic-Prague.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The city of Prague is home to the Charles Bridge. Unlike other bridges, Charles Bridge is manned with stone sentinels that take the shape of saints that were venerated during that time period. They stand guard and watch as people once crossed from Old Town to the Lesser Quarter. While on the bridge their prestige fell into the water and they were only human. Passing by saints and sinners alike. Today the bridge stands as a way across the water; its crossers still being viewed in the sunrises and sunsets as silhouettes of people. No titles, no color, no rank. Just people together, going about their lives as equals.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/northern-light-iceland-black-church-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Northern-Light-Iceland-Black-Church.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The north star has always been a welcomed sight in the sky; travelers in the night that are in need of a light to lead them. Although this image has no shortage of light, the church that stands is its own light; a more celestial and divine light. It guides weary travelers thru its doors and offers a different kind of guidance that cannot be found on a map but rather through folded hands, closed eyes, and silent prayer. So, although we do not see colors dancing across the night sky, I still see a Northern Light guiding me right to where I need to be.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/midnight-veil-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Midnight-Veil-Iceland-Waterfall.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/norway-fishing-village-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Lofoten-Wall-Norway-Fishing-Village.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>This village is simply one of the prettiest in Norway. These massive, jagged peaks tower over the fishing village protecting the many inland-fishing lanes from the North Sea. This isn&apos;t the easiest place to reach in Norway, but then if everyone had access to it, this village would lose its unspoiled charm. It&apos;s fantastic the way the local people embrace their heritage and enjoy their simple livelihood of fishing, crafts and dancing the Rheinlander.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/iceland-wildflowers-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Light-in-the-Wilderness-Iceland-Wildflowers-Black-Church.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/blue-waterfall-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Glacial-Rush-Iceland-Blue-Water-Waterfall.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/icelandic-horse-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Demure-Icelandic-Horse-Iceland.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>These Icelandic horses are something I have been longing to see for some time. In every image or representation, I have seen they seem as if they are moving in slow motion; their manes perfectly coursing through the air with nothing but the wind and their gallop as an artist. So striking and yet so graceful at the same time. With this particular mare, I was able to take pause and catch her peering at me, stock still with a look of demure on her face. She was coy and beautiful and the moment was fleeting as I captured her gaze before she returned wandering across the Icelandic countryside.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/black-church-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Dauntless-Iceland-Black-Church.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>I can think of no better word to describe this church than &quot;dauntless&quot;. Completely isolated with no trees or hills to offer protection; it remains solid, structured, and resolute. Much like faith, it isn&apos;t blown away or knocked down so easily. We cannot see why it never falters or how it can continue to forge on in the rough wilderness and yet it endures with relentless determination to not let any storm or doubts shake it. I can only hope my faith remains as dauntless as this church that houses faith itself.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/charles-bridge-saints/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Charles-Bridge-Prague-Bridge-Saints.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Charles Bridge Saints</image:title>
			<image:caption>Even in the light, memories can haunt. Charles Bridge, an icon in the city of Prague, bears testimony to the residual strength of long-held tyranny. On one particular day, the sun might rise brightly over the metalwork, burning off the morning fog as well as the memories of a strict and stifling political climate. 
The next day, the fog might briefly hold its own against the sun&apos;s warmth, creating an image of the bridge - and perhaps life itself - that appears sterile and colorless, drawn in shades of gray. And we are thankful that the image is only that: a picture of a moment in time, ephemeral, like the movements of ghosts in ethereal.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Prague</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/iceland-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Brilliance-Cone-Mountain-Iceland.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/trace-of-autumn-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Trace-of-Autumn.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Hidden gems can sometimes only be found by going on an excursion in search of them. In this circumstance, my travels took me just minutes from home and the hidden gem I found was one I had seen many times. When coming across it this time, however, the changing colors had skewed my vision and showed me sometime entirely new; almost as if the leaves had painted themselves in a more pleasing way to pose for the travelers that had taken them for granted before. So today whilst on the trail, I had to stop and pause to appreciate this flashing moment of autumn on the trace.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/route-66-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Roys-Motel-Route-66-California-Travel-Vintage.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>One of the best things about travelling and photography is not only seeing the world, but learning the stories and history of every place you go. One slice of history in our own backyard is that of Roy&apos;s Motel in Amboy, CA. What was once a pivotal stop for travelers on Route 66 is now a sometimes-bypassed piece of irreplaceable history. In the past and present its iconic location has been used in movies, videos, and the like. I prefer to think of it in it&apos;s prime; a welcomed sight for travelers to stop in, fill up, and kick the desert dust from their feet. </image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/aspen-trees-autumn-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Radiance-Aspen-Trees-Autumn-Fall.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Scenes such as this should be revered. Very few things can be found that exhibit such color and yet at the same time seize your eye by the intensity of its starkness. This grove particularly held so much of each feature that I couldn&apos;t pass up the opportunity to let my mind wander amidst the oranges and yellows that contrasted so perfectly with the white bark that was wrapped around each slender trunk. As I took this shot, I tried to do it in such a way that anyone studying it would be able to revere it in the way that I had and to truly be able to see its radiance.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/big-sur-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Neverland-Big-Sur-California.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Have you ever wished that you were a child again? Or that your children would never grow older? In Neverland, Peter Pan&apos;s forever-young domain, children never grew up. And they were despised for it. In that kingdom, peace always reigns. The ocean is always blue. The beach is always warm and soft. The sun is always shining. And the &quot;grown-up&quot; world is far, far away.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lone-cypress-california-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Lone-Cypress-California.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>I was traveling the 17-Mile Drive on the Monterey Peninsula, headed toward a Pebble Beach landmark, when it began to rain. I asked myself, &quot;Why am I going out here in this downpour?&quot; The tourists who had gathered there apparently had answered that question already, as they beat a quick retreat from the threatening clouds. 
The Lone Cypress, the rooted icon I had come to capture, had no choice but to stay. It wasn&apos;t going anywhere, so neither was I. Perhaps we&apos;d both learned that thunderstorms pass, and on the other side of dismal often lies remarkable beauty. Leave too soon, and you&apos;ll miss it. As the clouds cleared and the sun beat down on a jagged precipice, two lone figures remained to revel in the sight - the cypress on its cliff, and I on mine.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lifes-a-beach-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Lifes-A-Beach-Tropical-Lounge-Chairs-Palm-Trees.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>I often choose which images to shoot based on whether or not I think someone else would enjoy being there as much as I was. I always shoot my happy places. Very rarely do I look back at an image and think &quot;I wouldn&apos;t want to be there right now&quot;. And I hope these images can evoke that same feeling in others. With this beach and these chairs for instance, I look back now and think about how the sand felt and how clear the water was and my heart physically aches to be sitting in that very chair. And if I stare at the image long enough, I can almost feel the salt in the breeze brush my face only to be snapped back to realityâ¦after all, life&apos;s a beach.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/seaside-boardwalk-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Horizon-Seaside-Florida-Boardwalk.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>In solitary situations, whether you feel lonely or merely alone will depend on your perspective. When your vantage point is the end of a dock in Seaside, Florida, at the end of the day, watching the end of the day&apos;s light bathe the placid ocean from shore to horizon, you&apos;re likely not to feel adrift but instead lost in a dream that is yours alone.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/hamony-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Harmony-Bahamas-Tropical.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>
A scene such as this does not render many words. Words would only cloud up the harmonious balance of water and sky interrupted by the distending dock. With this image words will do no justice; to fully feel the sun and have the water reflected in your gaze you must sit in silence and experience the harmony of the elements engulfing you in that perfect moment.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/florida-columns-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Gulf-Light-Seaside-Florida-Columns-Tropical.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>When ocean and earth meet, more gathers than merely sand. Human spectators are unfailingly drawn to the scenes staged by players whose size and strength can both frighten and soothe, depending on their &quot;mood.&quot; When peaceful, the ocean&apos;s edge is a haven. No matter how relentlessly the waves have beaten during the day, they dissolve in the salty mix of water, land and sky. And when the stage is softly lit by the last rays of the sun, the only participation required of the audience is to pull up a chair and watch.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/evening-in-blue-lone-cypress-tree/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Evening-in-Blue-Lone-Cyrpess-California.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Evening In Blue</image:title>
			<image:caption>A 200-year-old sturdy, lone cypress tree stands on Pebble Beach. I waited for both weather and time to come together to create a view that captured what has become the symbol of Pebble Beach. A steady downpour of rain slowed me down, but once the rain passed and the sky cleared, everything came together to make this shot happen. I had to work quickly, as all but a few minutes of light were left in the day. The sun&apos;s brilliant post storm color wrapped the tree in incredible tones. The waves crashed constantly on the shore to provide an element of drama. Amazing blue tones bestowed light from the approaching nightfall. In all of this, the cypress tree stands tall, sturdy and solid, undeterred by weather, time and water.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Lone Cypress, California</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/cypress-sunset-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Cypress-Sunset-California.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>I was traveling the 17-Mile Drive on the Monterey Peninsula, headed toward a Pebble Beach landmark, when it began to rain. I asked myself, &quot;Why am I going out here in this downpour?&quot; The tourists who had gathered there apparently had answered that question already, as they beat a quick retreat from the threatening clouds. 
The Lone Cypress, the rooted icon I had come to capture, had no choice but to stay. It wasn&apos;t going anywhere, so neither was I. Perhaps we&apos;d both learned that thunderstorms pass, and on the other side of dismal often lies remarkable beauty. Leave too soon, and you&apos;ll miss it. As the clouds cleared and the sun beat down on a jagged precipice, two lone figures remained to revel in the sight - the cypress on its cliff, and I on mine.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/castaway-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Castaway-Tropical-USVI-BVI.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Sometimes long forgotten is just what - and where - you want to be. On the shore of one of the British Virgin Islands, a palm tree stretches over the water, the bend in its neck arched perfectly for lazily swinging a rope and tire. Traces of just such leisure remain, in a path worn into the bark. A little boat nearby appears to have taken up happy residence, the weight of its sand-filled hull anchoring it against the tides. Gentle water, soft sand, brilliant sky, feathery clouds. By chance or by choice, this is one spot where being marooned might be a pleasant fate.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/bahamas-sailboat-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Caribbean-Blue-Bahamas-Sailboat.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Shocking blue water is all you can see for miles. The aged yellow paint of the pillars gives off a glow which is illuminated by the sun shining above. A gentle breeze is cast out over the water creating tufts of waves emerging from the once placid surface and you can&apos;t help but think there could be anything more tranquil. A lone sailboat begins to emerge from behind a pillar; the sails blowing ever so slightly, just enough to move. You can almost feel the breeze as the boat glides forward. My emotions stirred as I tried to capture the moment for exactly what it was; a moment of discovering true Caribbean blue.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/virginia-mill-mock-up/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Autumn-Mill-Virginia-Mill-Antique.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>West Virginia is easily one of the most beautiful places I have traveled to. The forests are abundant everywhere you look and during autumn, shades of changing leaves engulf you as you drive down their many roads. On one such road, I came upon an old mill sitting in my path. The water wheel was old and rusted and matched the feel of the entire scene that lay before me. The ground was showered in sheets of color acting as a reflector for the trees. I knew I had come to this exact spot at the perfect time. The season explained itself as I stood and stared at the autumn mill.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/aspen-grove-mock-up/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Aspen-Grove-Utah-Aspen-Trees-Fall-Foliage.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>On a cool September morning as I was making my way up Guardsman&apos;s Pass once again, a splash of color caught my eye. A stand of aspen trees that I had previously passed many times, suddenly stopped me. The forest floor was ablaze with scarlet and gold hues. The Aspens, with their leaves turning gold themselves, were quaking as if they knew of the coming snow that was soon to follow. </image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/two-doors/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Two-Doors.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-the-opening/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/The-Opening-Namibia-Africa.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-drifting-away-2/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Suspended-Namibia-Africa.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>&quot;Suspended in Sand&quot;, didn&apos;t quite have the same ring to it as &quot;Suspended&quot; when it came to the naming of this photo. I think the simplicity of the name leaves interpretation more available for the viewer. When I read the name of this image, I imagine time. Something suspended, held completely still, for a moment, a year; a millennia. I see the door no longer on its hinges but rather taking a more enduring residence in the dunes of sand that has occupied the home for years. The permanence of the sand leaves the door, the walls, the entrances; all suspended in that moment and many moments to come.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-drifting-away/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Drifting-Away-Namibia.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>These homes that were once occupied have been all but taken over by the dunes of sand brought to each room by the winds of the desert. Giving off almost an eerie feel, I also can&apos;t help but be intrigued by each room and the peeling, colored walls that cover each room. The memory of what has passed simply drifting away into the sand, soon to become one entity in itself.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/desert-designs-namibia-africa/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Desert-Designs-Namibia-Africa.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>The desert is a land that is known for many things; heat, sandâ¦. well that is about it. But here we found ourselves in a ghost town. The heat and sand lived up to their reputations but what the most pleasant surprise was what we found in the sand. Abandoned homes with doors propped almost welcoming us in. Still yearning to have inhabitants walk through its rooms and admire its furnishings. The designs we found in this home </image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-the-gathering/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/The-Gathering-Namibia.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-intensity/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Intensity-Namibia.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption></image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-buried-with-time/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Buried-with-Time-Namibia.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:caption>Buried in the abandoned town of Kolmanskop are homes, doors, and memories. What was once a diamond town, now only glistens with the grains of sand that rule the ruins of the structures left behind. This great wooden door that once stood with open arms, has now been laid down to rest, and in its place stands an immovable dune that threatens to grow with each passing second. This door was not buried in a day, but has slept for years now, continually being buried with time.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-ensemble-2/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Emsemble-Africa.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Ensemble</image:title>
			<image:caption>An ensemble is often thought of as a group of people performing together, whether that be actors, musicians, dancers, or the like. Here, however we don&apos;t see any performers per se but rather objects that have just finished their final dance. An ensemble of nature that clearly has stood the test of time and the harshness of the dessert. Something like this can be experienced long after the curtain closes which is something, I think, we can be eternally grateful for.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/john-scanlan-family/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Scanlan-Family-Photography-3.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/scanlan-family-photography/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Scanlan-Family-Photography-2.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/scanlan-family/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Scanlan-Family-Photography-1.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/frame-samples/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/FRAME-SAMPLES.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/slideshow-template/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Slideshow-Carousel-Template.jpg</image:loc>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/230/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/5.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/229/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/4.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/228/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/3.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/227/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/2.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/226/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/1.jpg</image:loc>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/portugal-evora/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Evora-S-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Evora</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
In passing this door, that&apos;s probably all you see; a door. But if you stop and gaze, you see the wall that surrounds the door. You see the pinks fading into blues, greens and yellows. The blue crackles with the pink to create, ever so slightly, a violet that you see hiding in the plaster and you realize how this symphony of color could have ever been overlooked. Like so many things in life, beauty can sometimes be masked but it&apos;s there just the same. So although we may not have been looking, it&apos;s precisely what we found in Evora.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/slovenia-landscape-photography/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20615-High-on-a-Hill-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>High on a Hill</image:title>
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Nestled in the hills, the sight of this church sings a hymn all its own. With the birds as its choir, the sun as its spotlight, this hymnal weaves its way down valleys, across mountains, and through the ever-present fog of the dawn; making it impossible to hear a doubtful thought or melancholy feeling. This church and the song that it sings spreads joy far and near; gracing each person who hears its melody.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Slovenia</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/porto-multi-door-portugal/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20594-Porto-Multi-Door-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Porto Multi Door</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/porto-red-door-portugal/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20593-Porto-Red-Door-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Porto Red Door</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/porto-green-door-portugal/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20592-Porto-Green-Door-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Porto Green Door</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lake-bled-first-light/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20580-First-Light-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>First Light</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
The first light of the day brings about a new beginning each morning. As the sun sets, it turns the page of the day to a new chapter. The first light of the sun shines on the blank page, beckoning us to write that day&apos;s story. It should come as no surprise that I love to create and each day that blank page calls to me much like the first light of the day. I found myself drawn to the lake and the church throughout my trip and yet nothing had sparked that creativity to write; to shoot; until the day of the image. Everything flowed and danced so perfectly that as the sun set on that day, I turned my page with a smile on my face and a view in my mind that I&apos;d hoped would never fade.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Lake Bled</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/portugal-steeped-in-color/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20563-Steeped-in-Color-S-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Steeped in Color</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
Wine is one of the many passions of the world and that statement goes without question in the Douro Valley of Portugal. The layers of autumn weave their way up and down each terrace creating a quilt of vines that in years to come will steep the region with wine. But before then, I hope this image will provide a different kind of nourishment, one that steeps the mind in beauty and color.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/spain-beyond-the-twilight/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20545-Beyond-the-Twilight-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Beyond the Twilight</image:title>
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During the day, the streets are bustling and the shops are full. Although the hustle and bustle of a little Spanish town is still charming, I prefer the evenings. When the only occupants in town are tucked into cozy cafÃ©s and restaurants, the whole air seems to change. It&apos;s as if the flute playing the merry tune of morning has slowed to the soothing sound of a French horn serenading the sun as it drifts to sleep. It truly can be hard to capture such a feeling with just the click of the camera; but even after looking at the image now, I can hear that same melody waltzing down the cobblestones beyond the twilight.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Spain</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/eternal/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20531-Eternal-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Eternal</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
Somewhere far beyond the horizon lies the unknown. A beacon we feel we can never quite find. The rocks on the shore lead us towards the setting sun; the only thing to truly see what lies beyond. With the water resting on the sand in smooth arrays we fight the urge to take a heavenly step onto the sea, being drawn to something eternally out of our grasps; yet something we get to be a part of each and every day as the sun completes its voyage and can rest beyond the horizon.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/las-catedrales/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20517-Las-Catedrales-S-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Catedrales</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
The words, the cathedrals, create a myriad of images that form in our minds; a picture of grandiose stone and marble architecture stretching it&apos;s fingertips to the sky with spires that carry the prayers of the people to the heavens. This, however, is not the case with this Las Catedrales beach. It offers a different kind of worship; one of raw nature and effortlessness that rivals even the most benevolent cathedrals. This beach earned its name for its colossal stone formations that touch the sky with no help from mankind; a place so striking that you feel at one with the creator. A feeling such as this is something you carry with you long after your footprints have been dusted from the sand.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/vignamaggio-cellars-wine/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20477-A-Good-Year-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Good Year</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
Wine is known to get better with age and as I stepped down into this cellar, I could smell age all around me. The air was musty and dry and smelled of smoke. Inside were oak barrels where the wine was being fused with dramatic flavors and subtle notes of each individual grape that combine over the years to make the perfect blend. I stood and imagined what each vintage must taste like. With wine, you are able to experience years of memories in one glass; the earthy tones from the ground, the bite of a bold grape maturing, or that smoky finish from the aged barrels. From each, the ageless flavor will last forever . . . not unlike a photograph.  </image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/portugal-a-sense-of-balance/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20425-A-Sense-of-Balance-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Sense of Balance</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
On this particular stretch of docks that weave their ways in and out of the tumultuous sea, you have to stop for a moment to truly realize what it must have taken for them to endure all that they have. These docks do not offer the pristine beauty of perfection, but to me they offered something better; a type of rugged beauty that sets them aside from the usual and I think that is what drew me to them in the first place. There was nothing special about them, and yet that is what made them special. It seemed to me that they had created a sense of balance between the usual and the unusual making them truly a sight to see and something that should be revered in days to come.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/endurance-portugal/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20424-Endurance-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Endurance</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below


A dock such as this clearly shows character, a type of character that can sometimes be non-existent in humans. That character is endurance, the type that sets you aside from the others and makes you stand out and stand up against anything that threatens to capture you. This dock was once a sturdy path from land to sea, and as we see it now, that journey is no longer possible. We can, however, still see the path that was tread before, not physically, but symbolically.All that remains are the posts that stand erect on either side, the support that has stood up against all odds. They still stand, allowing your eyes to wander beyond this forever symbol of endurance.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-rising-portugal/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20423-The-Rising-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Rising</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
Seeing a photo of something as immense as these cliffs in the Algarve of Portugal is one thing, but as you gaze down and see the precipitous narrow steps you had to climb to reach your destination you get a sense of accomplishment which only makes the view even more gratifying. As your eyes wander up, the vibrant oranges and yellows of the rising sun illuminate the sky and paint the cliffs with a warm blush. It all makes you truly notice where you&apos;re standing and all you can do is soak in the view and hope that it lasts forever.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/luna-sobre-alhambra/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20412-Luna-Sobre-Alhambra-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Luna Sobre Alhambra</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
This majestic castle lays itself across the hills of Granada, Spain. The mellowness of the setting sun is accentuated with warm lights adorning its feet. You can see the faintest detection of the moon as it begins to illuminate in the absence of the sun. The light is not gone but is merely replaced by a different light that reveals a whole other persona of the castle itself. It is that moonlight that allows us to enrapture ourselves not only in the vision of the Alhambra during the day, but also in the revelation that beauty is even present in the night.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Spain</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/autumns-veil-lake-bled/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20348-Autumns-Veil-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Autumn&apos;s Veil</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
Sharing our experiences with people, and more importantly, our images, has always been the cornerstone of what we&apos;ve built this business on. However, on a recent trip to Bled, Slovenia after four days of low clouds and dismal lighting, I was afraid there would be no images to share from this trip. With five days to shoot, I felt I gave myself adequate time to capture one of Europe&apos;s most beautiful places, the 15th century church of the Assumption of Mary. Sitting on Slovenia&apos;s only island, the church is part of an idyllic back-drop, unfortunately, the weather was relentlessly jeopardizing my chances to capture the scene I wanted. On the morning of my departure, feeling frustrated about the shoot thus far, the clouds began to dissipate, revealing a variety of dramatic lighting situations in about a two-hour time-frame. It was another fabulous experience to share; minus the first 4 days.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Lake Bled</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/portugal-life-is-but-a-dream/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20103-Life-is-but-a-Dream-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Life is But a Dream</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
On a balmy summer afternoon in the old Portuguese seaside town of NazarÃ©, a fishing boat sat lonely on the beach as a testament to the pursuit that has sustained this area for centuries. Larger than it seems, the boat measures more than six feet high at the bow, making it quite immense for a &quot;row boat&quot;.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portugal</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-passage-scotland-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/The-Passage-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Passage</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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			<image:geo_location>Scotland</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/cambrays-england/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Cambrays-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Cambray&apos;s</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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			<image:geo_location>England</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/rhapsody-in-color/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20685-Rhapsody-in-Color-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Rhapsody in Color</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below


A scene like this makes me love what I do even more. I probably would have just walked past this area at any other time of the day but at this moment when the sun was dancing its way through the leaves, I could not help but stop and take in this rhapsody of color that popped out in every direction. Something so simple yet so incredibly beautiful can freeze time and allow us to truly get lost in a moment.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Scotland</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/highland-cow-scotland/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20679-Highlander-I-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Highlander I</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below


The Highlander cows in Scotland are known for their iconic, shaggy hair and large curved horns. I see them as the sentries to the Scottish Highlands; having been &apos;round long before the paved roads and cities, these gentle giants are the true proprietors of the hills and marshes that cover the Scottish landscape. Though seemingly rough in their appearance, there is something beautiful about these homesteaders spotting the countryside that draws you in and holds your gaze long enough to snap the perfect portrait.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Scotland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/sherlock-holmes-england/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20559-Sherlock-Holmes-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Sherlock Holmes</image:title>
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This pub&apos;s namesake is one that is known throughout the world. The bachelor detective&apos;s life revolved around areas next to and around this pub that was once known at the Northumberland Hotel. Originally a small lodging house, it has done just that in housing patrons and quirky detectives alike throughout the many years of its operation. Although refurbished and restored, one can still stop and try to hear the distant cry of a Baskerville hound while sipping their dram, or catch a glimpse of the cunning Holmes and Watson dashing through the door in a fleeting attempt to unmask the villain of their last great caper.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>England</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/middle-earth-england/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20556-Middle-Earth-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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Middle Earth. Often thought of as a place of Earth but with not so many Earthly qualities. A mystical land of wizards, rings, dwarves and hobbits. I like to think this door is the entrance to such a place. The yew tree has long been known to be the &quot;tree of death&quot; because it is poisoners to animals. That meaning can take place here as well but in a different way. The death of normalcy and the rebirth of the magical. What better sentries to guard the entrance to middle earth than that of such an ancient tree? They are magical in themselves which makes this journey all the more fantastic; don&apos;t yew think?</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>England</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/highlander-scotland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20554-Highlander-II-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Highlander II</image:title>
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The Highlander cows in Scotland are known for their iconic, shaggy hair and large curved horns. I see them as the sentries to the Scottish Highlands; having been &apos;round long before the paved roads and cities, these gentle giants are the true proprietors of the hills and marshes that cover the Scottish landscape. Though seemingly rough in their appearance, there is something beautiful about these homesteaders spotting the countryside that draws you in and holds your gaze long enough to snap the perfect portrait.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Scotland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/old-man-of-storr-scotland/</loc>
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			<image:title>Old Man of Storr</image:title>
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Legend has it that the Old Man of Storr was a giant who lived on the Isle of Skye. When he was laid to rest, his thumb remained above the ground to mark his grave. While these jutting rock formations may be just that, you can&apos;t help but let your mind wander through the hills and imagine the giant who formed them. There&apos;s something mystical about Scotland and the legends and history it holds. As I stood to take this photo I let myself get caught in the clouds and the legend that is the Old Man of Storr</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Scotland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/medieval-dawn-scotland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20549-Medieval-Dawn-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Medieval Dawn</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Scotland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/a-time-past-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20543-A-Time-Past-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Time Past</image:title>
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Probably too often we look at an old house such as this and think how sad and forlorn its empty walls and windows seem. How the decayed roof no longer provides shelter from the elements. Personally, I&apos;ve been seeking out the positives that life has to offer and with that comes a new outlook on many things; one being this house. Now, I see a peaceful retreat for the sheep and a shady lawn to lay. I see a design of sun rays that splash through the roof onto the walls, giving them life. I see the story of a time past where a family had once lived and loved. When all we see is what is gone; we miss what is still there.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/dunquin-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20537-Dunquin-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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Dunquin Harbour is a fairly iconic place. Most commonly used for the expedition that takes sheep from the mainland to the distant islands to graze. Although this image doesn&apos;t have the hundreds of sheep trekking down the path, I still found that the curving road leading to the sea has a certain something in itself worth capturing. Don&apos;t you think?</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/top-of-the-morning-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20535-Top-of-the-Morning-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Top of the Morning </image:title>
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In Ireland you would be surprised by the amount of greetings you get; especially when they know you are from out of town. It doesn&apos;t seem to matter to them; you are an Irishman for that moment. So long as you have a smile (and a pint doesn&apos;t hurt) and a friendly greeting, you are set. This fact is probably one of biggest reasons why Ireland holds a special place in my heart; my homeland. And on this morning, even the sun and the sky and the placid lake seemed to greet me and the day ahead with that ever-friendly phrase; top of the morning to you.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Chapel of St. Finbar | Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/promised-land-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20534-Promised-Land-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Promised Land</image:title>
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On this particular morning in Ireland I saw a fantastic sight. I saw the stroke of the paintbrush from the Master&apos;s hands. Like an artist, He works carefully to blend each hue of morning into one fluid stroke not only to stretch out over the sky but to also be reflected in the glass shimmer of the lake that it surrounds. The boat, in perfect placement, waits for a passenger to carry into the promised land.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/gentle-giants-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20467-Gentle-Giants-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Gentle Giants</image:title>
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Two stone mountains that jut from the water aren&apos;t always a scene we find inviting. These two, however, reside in Ireland; therefore, they have been graced with the lush moss from its cool blue water, and have been speckled with the far off sounds of laughter in the air. They are not ordinary, but rather extraordinary, they are not sharp, but soft with age. They sit side by side as two gentle giants watching over their homeland.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/be-still-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20454-Be-Still-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Be Still - Landscape</image:title>
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The small chapel of St. Finbar is nestled amongst aged trees and the lush blooms of rhododendron. The lake surrounds the small inlet which emanates solidarity. On a morning such as this, I opted to view the chapel from a different perspective so that I could not only see the sanctuary itself, but the beauty that gives it the grace it so deserves. The pink rays that illuminate the valley behind are perfect accents. Nothing moves, everything is frozen in that perfect moment. As for myself, I breath in the moment and be still.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/gogartys-pub-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:title>Gogarty&apos;s Pub</image:title>
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A pub like Gogarty&apos;s may seem like every other pub in the Temple Bar District of Ireland; dark, cozy, and full of laughter, music, and a Guinness or two. What people may not see upon walking thru the door is that Gogarty&apos;s stretches up past the first pub to a whole building of the same dark wood and joyful music. Four stories high the tradition of the Irish goes up just as patron&apos;s spirits do with each floor climbed. This pub is one you don&apos;t want to miss. Take an hour (or in our case, several) and wind your way to the top; we can guarantee a friend or two will be gained along the way.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/temple-bar-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20408-Temple-Bar-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Temple Bar</image:title>
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The Temple Bar is the type of place you would call &quot;a statement&quot; mostly because of its brightly colored crimson facade and black trim that traces the outline of the building. It adorns the corner of the street as a definite prominent figure. You could say that its name, The Temple Bar, describes it well. To me it is truly a temple, not the kind dedicated to religion, but one that has housed laughter, friends, and cheers throughout the years. That is truly the only way you can describe this ostentatious bar and in my opinion, the only way it would want to be remembered.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-dark-hedges-ireland-the-grove/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20407-The-Grove-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Grove</image:title>
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On cloudy days like these, no matter what time of day, you can never seem to escape the mysterious dark clouds suspended above you. On this particular road however, the grove of warped and weathered trees offer you an escape from the ever-present clouds. The twisted gray limbs create a halo in the sky that makes them untouchable by the clouds that encase them. Although the gloom looks as though it may overcome you, it is the farthest thing from the truth. Instead you get lost in the mysterious path that leads you to that unexpected destination.  You are neither anxious nor nervous because you know that something this fantastical can only lead you somewhere you want to go.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Dark Hedges | Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/enchanted-dark-hedges-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20404-Enchanted-II-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Enchanted - Vertical</image:title>
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In County Antrim on the north coast of Ireland, there winds a road that takes you deep into a grove of beech trees with branches reaching out above you on either side. Looking down the road beyond a curve, there is a glow of light and you can&apos;t help but wonder what mystical land lies beyond.  Fog adorns the air sending a gentle mist around all those who travel down this enchanted road. Although the air is damp, you seem to be lost in the arch of arms tangling their way through each other, luring you in to the fantastical land that lies beyond.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Dark Hedges | Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-dark-hedges-ireland-2/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20403-Enchanted-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Enchanted - Horizontal</image:title>
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In County Antrim on the north coast of Ireland, there winds a road that takes you deep into a grove of beech trees with branches reaching out above you on either side. Looking down the road beyond a curve, there is a glow of light and you can&apos;t help but wonder what mystical land lies beyond.  Fog adorns the air sending a gentle mist around all those who travel down this enchanted road. Although the air is damp, you seem to be lost in the arch of arms tangling their way through each other, luring you in to the fantastical land that lies beyond.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Dark Hedges | Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/ireland-reflective-moment/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20301-A-Reflective-Moment-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Reflective Moment</image:title>
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It was a typical morning for me on a shoot. I was having breakfast at my Bed &amp; Breakfast wondering which direction to take that day. It was at this same Bed &amp; Breakfast three years earlier that I was given a suggestion of a place I might consider shooting; a small chapel on a lake in the mountains of County Cork. I headed out early to take advantage of calm winds and perfect light. An elderly Irishman, walking along the road, informed me of the quickest route to take. When I arrived, I witnessed the boats, the chapel, the misty mountains fading in the background and my own pondering, all to be a perfect moment of reflection.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/old-course-st-andrews-scotland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20227-Old-Course-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Old Course</image:title>
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For four centuries, golf has been played on the Old course at St. Andrews. For just as long, perhaps, golfers have dreamed of journeying to this veritable golfing wellspring. The course I not alone in luring visitors: the Links Clubhouse, the Old Course Hotel, and the Royal and Ancient Golf club are attractions in their own right. But perhaps most recognizable is a manmade feature on the last hold: the Swilcan Bridge, named for the Swilcan Burn, a stream that wanders across the first and 18th fairways. Originally designed for routine access from town to harbor rather than golfing convenience, the stone bridge has nonetheless become inextricably identified with the course - an icon of an icon.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>St. Andrews | Scotland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/rose-cottage-england/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20144-Rose-Cottage-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Rose Cottage</image:title>
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The Cotswold Hills in England define charm. The same could be said of the people. In the tiny village of Broad Camden, lying just outside the much larger village of Chipping Camden, a gathering of thatched-roof cottages peek through boxwood hedges, hydrangeas and tall trees. In this quiet, untraveled spot, a cottage dense with blooms and foliage caught our eye. 
We knocked on the wooden door, which was soon opened by the cottage&apos;s owner. Would she mind if we took a photograph of her house? we asked. Of course, she replied, excited and flattered that the front of her house might merit such attention. As soon as we had completed the shot, she kindly asked us in, then proudly took us through her home to the back. There, on the other side of this flowering magnificence, was yet more. More flowers in a beautiful cottage garden as welcoming as the woman herself.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>England</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/ireland-photography-debarra/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20064-Debarra-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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The only sign missing from the front window of a pub in Clonakilty was one reading, &quot;Come on in.&quot; But from the looks of it, no such invitation was necessary. An eclectic collection of fliers, posters, cards and other printed mementos did the trick. In getting close enough to read the signs, you&apos;d also invariably catch sight of the activity on the other side of the windows. Curiosity would draw you in the door, and the allure of a pint might keep you there.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/castle-gardens-england/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20047-Castle-Gardens-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Castle Gardens</image:title>
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Haddon Hall, considered one of the most romantic English manor homes, is noted for its spectacular roses. The gardener put us in contact with a gentleman who gave us permission to bring our equipment into the gardens. We were given a special tour and access to all the estate grounds. Nestled on the side of a hill above a lazy river, Haddon Hall is the epitome of romance. It&apos;s clearly evident that tremendous care has been taken to maintain the grounds and gardens. Although this is considered a manor home we think of it more as a castle.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>England</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/a-soft-day-ireland/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20014-A-Soft-Day-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Soft Day</image:title>
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A hard shot on a soft day. What made a scene perfect made it perfectly difficult to get.We discovered a setting with all the components of the Irish landscape paradigm: sheep lounging in a gully, a stone bridge spanning a meandering stream, lush grass clinging to a craggy landscape, mist hanging in the background. But on this day on the isle, other elements were at work. Our tripod hugged the ground to escape the wind, and our camera took refuge under an umbrella to escape the mist on this &quot;soft&quot; day.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/wave-of-color-ireland-photography/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20012-A-Wave-of-Color-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>A Wave of Color</image:title>
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Kinsale, Ireland, on the southern Cork coast, is a generally active village. Fishing occupies the time and interests of many. Good restaurants abound. Bread-and-breakfasts line the colorful streets.But even in this lively village, one street in particular stood out. It just couldn&apos;t stay still!Colors - bold purples, excited yellows, and flashy reds - seemed to jump from the walls of the buildings. Flowers burst from windows, sills and containers. Even the sidewalks undulated with dips and rises to escort rain waters away from doorways. And the result? A veritable wave of color.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Ireland</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/le-papier-florence-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20687-Le-Papier-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Le Papier</image:title>
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What a beautiful thing paper is. It can be so many different things; a note, a book, a photograph, a journal; and yet it sometimes gets forgotten in this digital age. I have always loved the tangibility of paper. Being able to physically turn the page of a good book or jot down notes in a journal will never be lost on me and is something I hope to pass on to my children as they grow up in a world where the physical becomes the digital. I think that is why places like this store in Florence speak to me so much. It is all about the touch and feel of paper, journals, and cards and the beauty that they can hold with words and images. The old soul in me prays that places like this continue to stand the test of time just as the written word has for years past and hopefully, for years to come.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Florence | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/primary-santorini-greece/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20686-Primary-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Primary</image:title>
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Greece Santorini is one place where the absence of color can be beautiful. The white washed buildings are something that you do not see in your everyday life. With that whitewash we can also experience the vibrancy of a single POP of color such as this yellow paint and blue door. Had the building been brick or gray stone these colors might not have evoked the reaction that they do against the starkness of white. As the saying goes; absence makes the heart grow fonder.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Greece</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-floating-city-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20676-The-Floating-City-S-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Floating City</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/gladiator-rome-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20669-Gladiator-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Gladiator</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Rome | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/venetian-door-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20637-Venetian-Door-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Venetian Door</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/upon-this-rock-meteora-greece/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20630-Upon-This-Rock-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Upon This Rock</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Meteora | Greece</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/cat-in-the-shade-greece/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20626-Cat-in-the-Shade-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Cat in the Shade</image:title>
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I am not sure what it is about Santorini, Greece that attracts the number of cats that it does; but it seems that no matter where I look, I see green eyes following me up and down the white washed paths of the village. A constant companion that I am happy to have while out shooting. One specific acquaintance of mine decided to pose under a shaded archway; beckoning to me to capture his poise. The stark white showed off this tabby in the most perfect way and I could not help but think there was something special about this cat in the shade.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Greece</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/santorini-greece/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20624-Santorini-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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When you think &quot;romance&quot; you think Paris, Rome, Barcelona, etc.; all beautiful places filled with small cafes, couples kissing, and romantic montages at every corner. At least that is what we are given to believe in movies, books and the like. But I think that Greece, specifically Santorini, gets short changed in the romance department. Looking at this scene through my lens I was completely caught up in the romantic idea of two young lovers on a balcony overlooking the Caldera, their eyes bright and their skin dark against the starkness of the buildings; sharing one last kiss before sunset.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Greece</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/moving-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20608-Moving-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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In Venice the gondolas take the place of cars. Gliding through the streets with lovers, friends, or people with their eyes closed enjoying the music that Venice makes. They are constantly in motion; even when unoccupied they are fastened together and sway side by side as they rest. The scene is truly moving in more ways than one; the movement of the water and the emotion something so rhythmic and calming can give us.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy </image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/amalfi-coast-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20605-Amalfi-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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&quot;When in Rome&quot; is a very common phrase I&apos;m sure you&apos;ve heard. It&apos;s meant to imply that while in Rome, do what you like; explore, take chances, live! But I think we&apos;re missing out on the other Italian escapes in which to do those same things just because this phrase makes us think Roma is the only place to truly let go. In Amalfi, I&apos;ve often found myself a dreamer; someone who looks at the crawling towns on the mountainside and is transported to another world. The town of Amalfi, tucked into the mountain invites sailors with it&apos;s warm lights and clean, colorful homes. It&apos;s almost as if the setting sun is inviting you into the town, warming you the closer you get and you&apos;re forced to think &quot;Ah, Amalfi&quot;.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Amalfi Coast | Italy </image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/fiat-500-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20600-500-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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The Fiat 500 quickly became the poster vehicle of Italy. It&apos;s small frame zipping through the crowded streets of Rome or hugging turns in the valleys of Tuscany gives us a small charge of happiness; always getting us where we need to go in style. Almost as if it&apos;s personality fits with the Italian landscape; it&apos;s classic and pronounced much like it&apos;s Italian passengers. Here, we see a class 500 sitting in the street, waiting for the next passenger to climb in, shift gears, and shout; &quot;Andiamo!&quot;</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-storm-the-dolomites-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20596-The-Storm-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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A storm by nature sounds like something to be fearful of. The storm on the ocean with the mountainous waves, the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm. All of these things indicate that the storm is the cataclysm rather than the beauty. I think this image challenges that theory by exhibiting just how beautiful a storm can be. The storm is the calm in this instance and that&apos;s something I think many could do well with if they applied that to life. Not all storms are to be feared, some are meant to be embraced as they show us a new kind of beauty.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Dolomites | Italy </image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/radiance-cinque-terre/</loc>
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In the Cinque Terre, the towns are built quite literally into the cliffs. Clinging on to the rocky shore for fear of slipping into the sea. This death-defying feat though seems simple, and done with a flare that leaves its occupants at peace. The setting sun on this particular day seemed to want to show off this feat to the world by shining down it&apos;s radiant light onto the town; illuminating its bright colors as the last light sets on another day in paradise.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Cinque Terre | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/nightfall-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20547-Nightfall-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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Something I look forward to at the end of every day is the sunset. The sunset at the end of the day is like the cherry on top of an already gorgeous location. In this instance that theory rings even more true. You can&apos;t possibly look at this image and not be grateful for this brief moment in time each day that the sun sets the clouds on fire.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/at-peace-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20544-At-Peace-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>At Peace</image:title>
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Seemingly secluded, this chapel seems truly at peace next to the water. With boats for both leisure and necessity we can imagine what life could be like if this was a home. With forests to explore, water to tread, and land to roam, you can become enlightened by how simple it all would be. With everything in the world today speeding around us, it can be an exhilarating thing to simply imagine what life could be like if everything was completely and utterly at peace.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/chapel-in-the-meadow-dolomites-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20541-Chapel-in-the-Meadow-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Chapel In The Meadow</image:title>
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I&apos;ve always loved the Dolomites because of their massiveness. Their jagged peaks do a wonderful job at reminding us just how high we have to reach to touch the sky. Aside from their grandeur, I also love them because they are home to chapels such as this. Something so small with something so big can give us the perspective we need when it comes to our faith, our lives, our world. So, as simple as it may be, its importance remains because without that chapel; it would be just another meadow. Without the mountains there wouldn&apos;t even be a meadow. But combine them all and you get the full wonderful picture; a chapel in the meadow.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Dolomites | Italy </image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/ethereal-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20530-Ethereal-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Ethereal</image:title>
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In Venezia, a city with no roads, it&apos;s easy to find yourself lost in a maze of watery paths and bridges to what seems like nowhere. After travelling down alley after alley, we can emerge in any number of the hidden gems Venice hides on her island; places much like this stone passageway. It&apos;s unlike any alley or waterway in that it invites us to be bathed in the cool light giving it an almost otherworldly air. We start to travel down it with anticipation as it leads us back into Venezia and towards our next adventure.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/mountain-majesty-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20529-Mountain-Majesty-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Mountain Majesty</image:title>
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We were on our way to Venice through the Dolomite mountains in northern Italy, when we decided to avail ourselves of the rare break in the gloomy weather and head north to a village about a hundred miles outside our planned route. At the end of a box canyon, the village sits quietly - secretly almost, for the mountains give no portent of the scene they conceal. Coming upon it, we were awestruck. The only sounds in this grand place came from church bells ringing in the distance, the stream rushing below us and cow bells clinking in the hills. We quickly set up our camera, racing against the fickle light. Twenty minutes later, the scene - with its divinely granted light and color and shadow - was gone: the sun dropped below the mountains behind us, the clouds shrouded the peaks, and the village receded in the dusky darkness, hidden once again.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/a-higher-calling-meteora-greece/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20513-A-Higher-Calling-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Higher Calling</image:title>
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I consider myself a people person. I cherish my time with family and friends. I am also a very faithful person. As difficult as it may seem for me to dedicate my whole life and being to the monastic lifestyle, there is something profoundly calming and reverent about it. In a valley in the heart of Greece where fertile plain meet soaring peaks, there stands a group of monolithic rocks housing numerous monasteries that seem to hover between Heaven and earth. In these lofty fortresses that reach dizzying heights I found myself at peace and wonderment, as if I too were gazing down from Heaven itself.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Meteora | Greece</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/sunrise-tuscany-italy-pano/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20511-Sunrise-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Sunrise Pano</image:title>
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Tuscany | Italy The rolling hills of Tuscany are endless stories of aged grapes, blossoming wildflowers, golden wheat, and ancient homes inhabited with generations of countrymen. Each layer tells us a different story; one of dawn with each new awakening; one of a quiet afternoon sharing a bottle with your love; and one of dusk, the romanticism ever present in the setting sun. These stories become ingrained in the land, making it a novella of years that have passed; and of years that are still to come.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Tuscany | Italy </image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/cliffs-capri-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20509-Cliffs-of-Capri-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Cliffs of Capri</image:title>
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On the cliffs of Capri what can be said? Nothing short of praises should come from anyone once they have stepped on the ledge. Overlooking water so blue, your eyes jump and plunge deep into the tranquil pool that engulfs every aspect of your senses; beckoning your whole self to join. The boat below occupied by sunbathers are the object of envy by the landlubbers above; patiently awaiting their chance to join where the cliffs of Capri kiss the cool, blue escape.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Capri | Italy </image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/canal-grande-venice/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20506-Canal-Grande-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Canal Grande</image:title>
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To us, every canal in Venice is grand; but to the Venetians only one can be named as the true Grand Canal and that is just what it is. Gondolas are known to bestride the canal as they await the brimmed hatted striders to climb aboard and call passersby to join them. Stepping down into the aged vessel a sound begins to wind its way into your ears as the gondolier steers the craft into the canal. The sweet sound grows stronger and with more grandeur as it translates to the sound of love; of amore. Slowly you drift with that sound, trying to hold onto it endlessly. So in walking past these floating melodies, I had to capture their sound with an image, just to hold on to that moment a little while longer.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/grande-onda-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20504-Grande-Onda-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Grande Onda</image:title>
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The streets of Venice are unlike any cobblestone path to be seen; for their cobblestones lie in the waves and foam of the sea. The only man able to travel these streets on foot has long since left the Earth and watches amusingly as man tries the same feat. No matter the way one travels but rather what they see as they glide through the town, some travelers creating waves against the doors that provide refuge from the water. This particular door with this particular wave created something unique; a succession of grand waves uniting the refuge and the sea.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/hesitation-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20498-Hesitation-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Hesitation</image:title>
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At some point in our lives, we will hesitate. Whether that be hesitating with work, love, or eating the last scoop of gelato. This bird represents that hesitation; should I jump; should I fly? Sometimes hesitation can be good; it allows us to ponder, enjoy a moment that might otherwise be fleeting. As I sat on the dock, I did not hesitate; but rather moved swiftly to capture the image before the bird made his decision and that fleeting moment of wild hesitation was gone.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/ridden-in-stone-rome-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20497-Ridden-in-Stone-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Ridden In Stone</image:title>
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Having something carved in stone has a certain finality to it; as if it will never change because it won&apos;t. Resting beneath this stone carving I saw something else that stirred memories that have been carved in my mind since I was a child. A bike. Riding a bike is a rite of passage for any child; it gets you from point A to point B long before driving was even thought of. Any memory is happy on a bike and will stay there long past your youthful years and into the beginnings of your own family where you pass those memories on. So in this image we see something lasting both time and memory; something that has been ridden in stone.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Rome | Italy </image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/wine-shop-bellagio-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20492-Wine-Shop-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Wine Shop</image:title>
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To me wine is like a story. Having used this comparison many times it should come as no surprise that two of my favorite places are a library and a wine shop. Each has shelves of tales that stretch across the globe; each with their own unique background, characters, twists and finishes. I can only imagine that behind every great creator is a good story and a little bit of inspiration. How else would those shelves be filled? For this particular creation, it was a cozy town, the perfect light, and a wine shop.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Bellagio | Italy </image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/bella-brano-venice-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20479-Bella-Brano-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Bella Brano</image:title>
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Bella brano translates to beautiful song in Italian. I can&apos;t think of a more perfect way to describe a gondolier on the canals of Venice. Some sing a song from their mouths, others create a melody with their oar against the waves with each rhythmic stroke take riders deeper into the melody that is the city of water. Each song whether sung or rowed is deep with meaning, plunging almost as deep as the canals themselves. So yes, a beautiful song is sung with each gondolier you see and if you listen closely, you can be carried away into the harmony yourself.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy </image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/dolomites-the-unvieling/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20478-The-Unveiling-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Unveiling</image:title>
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We all need solitude sometimes. Whether it&apos;s because we are stressed and can&apos;t focus or because the peace makes us sigh with relief. This cabin has that ere of solitude with no interruption as far as the eye can see. Although you can&apos;t quite tell if the storm is settling in or taking its leave, something new will appear. Whether it be blue skies or thunder, it will be a mystery until its plans are revealed for the eyes of those resting peacefully in the cabin. They sit and wait for the unveiling of a masterpiece.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Dolomites | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/buon-vino-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20461-Buon-Vino-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Buon Vino</image:title>
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This shelf has withstood the weight of hundreds of bottles throughout its lifetime. Brunellos, Chiantis, and so many more. Still, whenever I revisit this spot, they look as unique as the first time I came across them. Although evident that some have stayed while others seek to find a different home, the same feel exists amongst the weathered labels and colored bottles. Whether empty or full, they remain unified by the fact that they are all buon vino!</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/italy-bella-entrata/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20457-Bella-Entrata-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Bella Entrata</image:title>
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Italy Doors and passageways both exist for the same reason; to create a portal between two places. Why do we walk through doors? To see what&apos;s beyond them. It&apos;s always a bit of a mystery not being able to see what awaits us when we pass the threshold but we still take that chance. With passageways it&apos;s a little different. We see what we are about to enter, we can peer through and decide for ourselves if it&apos;s a place we want to go. As I peered through this passageway my answer was clear; yes, I want to go through what could only be described as a bella entrata.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/emerald-coast-positano-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20456-Emerald-Coast-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Emerald Coast</image:title>
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The exquisite blue water along this stretch of coastline is nothing short of magnificent. Our eyes try to adjust and take in the scene as we try to decipher if what we are seeing is a real place, or a fantasy in our minds of heaven. The town of Positano is nestled into the cliffs; a landslide of buildings dotted with color. Known as the Emerald Coast, this image gives truth to its famous name. This elapse of time will never be lost as it is a serendipitous revelation our eyes will always want to relive.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Positano | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/empire-of-light-tuscany/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20448-Empire-of-Light-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Empire of Light</image:title>
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The rolling hills of Tuscany are like a kingdom in themselves but when the setting sun walks its way through the planted paths it creates something that encompasses more than just a kingdom. The light creates something magnificent that darkness merely outlines. The light opens doors that remain closed otherwise; it opens every curve of the vines and traces every road. The cypress trees shed their green cloaks to be bathed only in the golden light being emitted all around. Surely this place is no kingdom, but rather an empire of unending light.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Tuscany | Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/bella-bellagio-italy/</loc>
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			<image:title>Bella Bellagio</image:title>
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One of my favorite places to visit on Lake Como is Bellagio. Nestled into the hill right along the shore is a town with streets stretching upward paved by bricks and lined with shops full of cashmere, vino, and trinkets. Docks reach out towards the water while quaint tables with blissful customers sit gazing out over the placid lake. At dusk, when the lights begin to spark, a warm glow begins to emerge, revealing the stunning beauty of Bellagio which, in the essence of Italia, is truly &quot;Bella Bellagio&quot;.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Bellagio | Italy </image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/san-gimignano-italy/</loc>
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			<image:title>San Gimignano</image:title>
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San Gimignano, known as the &quot;town of towers&quot; creates an unforgettable line across the Tuscan sky due to the erratic heights of unique structures that have lived there for many years. The spires and towers that adorn the wall represent families that were once feuding over the vanity of power long ago. However without this irrational behavior enacted by these families, there would not be the large number of magnificent towers that today stand as beacons waiting for the next great explorer to find the unknowns of the city that beckon you inside to be engulfed in what truly is San Gimignano.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/dawn-venezia-italy/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20399-Dawn-Venezia-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Dawn Venezia</image:title>
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In Venice, every moment counts. Whether you spend those moments in a cafÃ©, meandering along the streets, or kneeling in front of the alter in St. Mark&apos;s cathedral. On this particular morning, I spent mine on a dock overlooking the Grand Canal. As the clouds began their entry into my line of sight, the cupola of the Church of the Salute looked as though it touched the clouds that were being set on fire by the ascending sun behind them. In that moment a memory was made, one that would be forever remembered as the dawn of Venezia.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice-Italy</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/vino-fila-tuscany/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20398-Vino-Fila-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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This longstanding warped shelf looks as though it has seen many years of service. Of those years, many have been for the purpose of adorning the many wine bottles you see here. I have come to this same spot several times and always, I see the same old faces intermingled with the new. This shelf that is home to these bottles has never failed to draw me in. Whether it is the wall behind that tells us stories with its weathered and stained appearance, or the colorful leaves that wind their way into the picture donning new colors every year, this row of bottles continues to attract me as it does for many others who come to indulge themselves in this timeless vino fila.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Tuscany | Italy</image:geo_location>
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Italy The region of Montalcino, Italy is known for its famous Brunello wine. Wineries are scattered amongst the hills beckoning you with lush vineyards and a glass of their finest Brunello. Upon visiting this area, one winery in particular caught my eye. As I opened the gates, my eyes were captured by a stone wall engulfed in color. I traced the vines along the wall and admired the brilliance of reds and greens that were the leaves. The weathered stone staircase rose steadily upward, making me wonder how many had ascended them before me.</image:caption>
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Among the many emotions that the Vatican may evoke, one in particular is the sheer gratitude for my sight as I rushed to capture this breathtaking view from a distance. The sky is filled with cirrus clouds soaking in bright pinks of the setting sun and the warm glow of light that illuminates the great duomo of the basilica. I couldn&apos;t help but think how lucky I was to be able to capture this moment in time. This is but one of the many emotions the Vatican evokes for me and I can only hope this same emotion is shared by all who see.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Rome | Italy </image:geo_location>
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The sun has set, and as the lights flare up, so does the spirit. In Florence, the sun makes it shine, and yet the night, makes it glow; two completely different scenes for the same city, each with a sense of exploration and excitement. As the lights of the Duomo shine from below, it seems as though the entire roof is glowing from within, giving it the true God-like presence it deserves. As the shops and cafes light up, people begin emerging from their afternoon siestas, ready to explore the sea of dancing lights that bring mystery to the unknown Florence of the night.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Florence | Italy </image:geo_location>
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			<image:caption>The sun has set, and as the lights flare up, so does the spirit. In Florence, the sun makes it shine, and yet the night, makes it glow; two completely different scenes for the same city, each with a sense of exploration and excitement. As the lights of the Duomo shine from below, it seems as though the entire roof is glowing from within, giving it the true God-like presence it deserves. As the shops and cafes light up, people begin emerging from their afternoon siestas, ready to explore the sea of dancing lights that bring mystery to the unknown Florence of the night.</image:caption>
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    It seems as though everyone in life needs inspiration, an incentive to do great in the world. Though we may not realize it now, it is not the material things that give us this inspiration. It is the beauty and magnificence surrounding us that truly inspires our hearts. While standing on the balcony of the Villa Balbianello, I can honestly say I was inspired, inspired to let people know of the beauty in this world - much like a poet would be to inspire people with the beauty of their words. With Lake Como stretched out in front of me and the mountains behind climbing into the sky, the scene itself became a story, a poem of sublime majesty and beauty, written by the greatest poet the world has ever known.
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			<image:geo_location>Lake Como | Italy</image:geo_location>
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Given our hectic lives, we all try to imagine where we ant to be at a certain moment. Sometimes, it&apos;s just enough o travel, in our minds, to a certain place where we have had a special memory, our so-called &quot;Happy Place&quot;. Far away from my Iowa home, I found my happy place on a cliff side terrace on the island of Santorini in the Greek islands. Often, during my daily routines, I escape to the vision of this place and suddenly I&apos;m transported back to the warmth, the wine, the ahhh!</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Santorini | Greece </image:geo_location>
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The buildings of Manarola seem to rise out of the water, giving the illusion they will soon fall back in. With the sun shining down on this quaint fishing village, it too seems as though it will only be aloft for a few short moments before the entire town is enveloped in darkness. For however short a time we see the sun, we should consider ourselves lucky to be exposed to that one beautiful moment in the sun.</image:caption>
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Light is almost as unforgettable as the things it illuminates. We seem to take these things for granted, never really stopping to notice or enjoy simplicity such as the color of a flame. In the Cinque Terre town of Riomaggiore, it&apos;s nearly impossible to not stop and soak in the warm glow of light cascading down the sea of color that sits amongst the natural beauty of its world. Against the deep blue sky, the colors glow even more bright, creating an irreplaceable moment in time.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Riomaggiore | Italy </image:geo_location>
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No matter how many times you go to the valleys of Tuscany, you can always get that rare sense of mystery when you see the fog settling over the roaming vineyards. You see the warm orange glow of the just-rising sun reflecting off the oranges and yellows of not only the vines, but the trees as well. It&apos;s in this moment you have to take the shot. Moments like these are short-lived, yet they are the moments that stay in our minds forever. I remember this memory vividly, the air crisp with color, showing everyone the mystery of daybreak.</image:caption>
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In Florence Italy, everything you see is reminiscent of love, romance, faith and adventure. Although the air has a crisp autumn feel to it, the sun exposes itself by casting down its warm rays. Reflections of ancient architecture in the river make it seem as though you are looking into a mirror. The Ponte Vecchio stretches across the water as if connecting two worlds, making sure the other side can partake in the beauty as well; one scene to truly inspire your heart.</image:caption>
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Warmth engulfs me as I peer through the gates onto Lake Como. Although the air is crisp, my face is warmed by the constant rays of sun falling from the sky. I happened upon this gate as I was walking in the gardens of Villa Cipressi in Verenna, Italy. With the vines tracing an intricate design up the wall, it couldn&apos;t have been a more serene setting. The gate can easily represent the entrance into the Garden of Eden, a paradise meant for every creature in existence.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Lake Como | Italy</image:geo_location>
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This plain red dock can represent many things; a simple stroll into the water, someone&apos;s life story, or maybe just a splash of color amidst the turquoise tint of the sea, showing us that all things in life are unique. That&apos;s what I thought when I first saw this walk; uniqueness, independence and a certain sense of solitude. Standing out from the crowd and making its own path towards the horizon of the unknown.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portofino | Italy </image:geo_location>
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I have been traveling to the Cinque Terre for years. It&apos;s one of my favorite spots in Italy. Needless to say, I&apos;ve seen the many moods of these five villages. Whether it&apos;s raining, the seas are crashing or the Mediterranean sun is sizzling, there is always something awesome to see. After a fantastic plate of pasta and watching the setting sun, I decided to take a stroll upon the trail that I had been many times before and it was in the evening light that I saw, yet again, another side of this mesmerizing coast.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Vernazza | Italy</image:geo_location>
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Santorini is known for its starkness. Its whitewashed facades have never appeared dull or dismal but rather keep their immaculate appearance. We also can&apos;t help but see the contrasting blue dotted here and there throughout the city as though parts of the sky decided to take their rest nestled on the roof of a home. Or rather that the sea in a great storm splashed itself upon a door and left it&apos;s brilliant blue color behind as a token. Many things in Santorini make it beautiful but looking out at the caldera and back, my eyes can&apos;t help but be drawn to azure.</image:caption>
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In Italy, the word &quot;harvest&quot; has a much different meaning than it does in my Midwestern hometown. Here harvest means combines, corn, and alfalfa. In Italy the major harvest comes to a head with vino. The reason so many small towns thrive in the heart of Tuscany. The wine harvest comes with excitement for the new blends, for the oak casks waiting to be filled, for the wine shop owners and the vintners who are praying for a good year. Either way, a harvest is the start of a new year for many and as the leaves on this vine began to turn, even I got excited for a new year, a new wine, and an abundant harvest.</image:caption>
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While driving endless miles over the years, scoping for shots, there have been many times that I&apos;ve come across a beautiful villa or estate and think to myself &quot;what would it be like to live there&quot;?  I think to some extent, we all wonder what it would be like to live somewhere else. I have been travelling to this part of Tuscany for years capturing the essence of the region; giving my viewers the sense of what it is like to be there. Even though I can&apos;t  say who lives in this peaceful villa sitting atop the hill, as I witnessed the sunrise and its play of light on the endless landscape, it was clear, this truly is Light&apos;s Realm.</image:caption>
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While driving endless miles over the years, scoping for shots, there have been many times that I&apos;ve come across a beautiful villa or estate and think to myself &quot;what would it be like to live there&quot;? I think to some extent, we all wonder what it would be like to live somewhere else. I have been travelling to this part of Tuscany for years capturing the essence of the region; giving my viewers the sense of what it is like to be there. Even though I can&apos;t say who lives in this peaceful villa sitting atop the hill, as I witnessed the sunrise and its play of light on the endless landscape, it was clear, this truly is Light&apos;s Realm.</image:caption>
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For decades Portofino has been attracting fishermen, sailors and couples getting away for a romantic escape. It may be the safety of its waters, the sultry Mediterranean climate or the colorful village itself that hugs every inch of its shapely harbor. Whatever its allure, it begs to be shared. On this early November evening, it was perhaps Portofino itself seducing the sea with the dancing of light on the water and the bouquet of color glowing in the twilight and certainly a feast for the eyes.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Portofino | Italy</image:geo_location>
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Have you ever felt like you&apos;ve stumbled on a place you&apos;re not supposed to be? On an early November day in Bellagio, that is exactly how I felt. The guilt of having Bellagio all to myself lasted only minutes so I quickly started panning the streets for that final shot of this trip. What I found was delicate curves of a street lamp, the late day sun setting over Lake Como, an alleyway bathed in the last rays of day. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.</image:caption>
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Timing is everything! I use this Mantra quite often to describe what I do. This held true on a Sunday morning in Greve in Chianti. I was hesitant to bring my camera to the market square that day for the fear of there being too many people to get a shot. However, I decided to take it anyway because, after all, you never know . . . My instincts proved right when shortly after we arrived, I spied a lady&apos;s pink bicycle outside a local flower shop. As I was setting up to take the shot, a customer emerged and went to get on her bike and ride away! I begged &quot;no, no, no&quot; and motioned to her that I wanted to take a photograph and she politely moved to the side until I was finished shooting.</image:caption>
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How long is our journey, compared to the history of the world? It may seem insignificant, measured against the enormity of the earth. Or it may seem short, compared with tangible signs of the earth&apos;s age. Near a winery in Chianti, one man walked out his immediate destiny, undaunted by his diminutive relationship with the measuring rod of ancient cypress trees that flanked his path.</image:caption>
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Wine and cheese - or is it wine versus cheese? In the basement of a butcher shop in Greve, in the Chianti area of Tuscany, stacks of cheese age in a cool stone room that resembles a wine cask. Under the low, barrel-vaulted ceiling, the cheese does not stand alone, but keeps company with representatives of the region&apos;s wine industry. In the dim light, the image required long exposures, just as the subjects themselves require time to mature. As two centurions stood watch over the process, we wondered whether their mission was one of mercy or envy - guarding their charges or their own survival, in an aging contest where the race does not go to the swift.</image:caption>
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We saw time passing before us in more than one way in Cortona, a town in eastern Tuscany. Outside a regal doorway, we waited, and waited some more, for the Tuscan sun to brighten the skies dulled by lingering thunderstorms. Then, almost without warning, the storms began to pass. Time suddenly became short. After hours of waiting, we found ourselves hurrying to get the shot before the light overpowered the scene and set up contrasts too stark for our purposes. Moments before the sun reappeared, a warm glow pervaded the air, evenly lighting an uneven scene. While stucco succumbed to the effects of time, crumbling from the walls, the door within stood fast. And our time vanished, fading into the image as the steps below the door disappeared into the time-worn stone of the street.</image:caption>
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In a little glen near Montalcino, the church St. Antimo stands gracefully among equally artful wild flowers, cypress trees, and olive trees. Inside this beautiful church, light streams through arching windows as it has for more than 900 years. The abbey that was once its neighbor and it&apos;s elder by more than 300 years, has vanished save for its foundation. Yet sunlight seems to have taken up permanent residence in the church, warming the coolest of stone, illuminating the mosaic of marble on floors and walls, and bending to the ancient carving of sturdy columns - gently touching all, like Grace itself.</image:caption>
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When light and water play, the game is delightful to watch. And in a city like Venice, water itself can become the playing field. In a watery Venetian &quot;street&quot; already lit with soft, inviting hues, we noticed light streaming down the canal, shimmering on the water&apos;s surface. We set up our cameras and waited for all the players to join in. Moments passed, travelers passed. Then, in a flash, a gondolier passed. The light caught a long oar perfectly, then sent its glowing reflection to the waiting water, which, ever cooperative, passed it down the canal to us.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Venice | Italy </image:geo_location>
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It&apos;s always good to start out the day with a prayer. When I&apos;m on a shoot, I usually begin the day with, &quot;show me the light&quot;. For a photographer, &quot;light&quot; is what it&apos;s all about. After finding the scene I wanted to capture in the village of Oia, it became a waiting game for that special moment. On this particular morning my prayer was answered with a warm glow on the horizon. This glow would eventually rise higher unveiling the village before me with a radiance I had not seen on previous mornings. It was at that moment I looked up, winked, and tripped the shutter.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Santorini | Greece </image:geo_location>
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We happened upon an unlikely tourist in the Italian village of Bellagio. As we rounded a corner in this beautiful town on Lake Como, we interrupted a small visitor enjoying the sights from his perch atop stone steps: a small, yellow dog. His coat was the same hue as the walls around him that framed the view to the lake below. He, like us, had strayed from Bellagio&apos;s heart, a bustling center of hotels, restaurants, cafes and shops. And &quot;Poo-Pah,&quot; like us, spent a serene moment lost in that quiet, colorful alleyway.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Bellagio | Italy </image:geo_location>
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Certain truths do not change with time. For nearly a century, the church St. Antimo has stood in a glen near Montepulciano. For every one of those years, golden light has illuminated her arches and corridors. Even before the structure was erected, that light flooded the hills and valleys surrounding the glen. That same light would fill other spaces today, if given opportunity. The church - sitting alone, save for wild poppies - is a lesson in yielding to that opportunity. In photographing the luminescence streaming through her, we allowed time to collect the gathering light, as we shot exposures of 30 and 40 seconds. We kept as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb the contemplative monks, their chanting, or the mass itself. In the solitude, silence and stillness of that timeless place, an unchanging truth was brought to our remembrance: &quot;Be still and know that I am God.&quot;</image:caption>
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Everything on the Greek Isle of Santorini seems designed for one time of day - sunset. White-washed buildings, blue domes, bell towers all expectantly stand watch over the sea. Human spectators gather every evening as the sun meets the waters, and clap in homage to the show&apos;s creator. Desiring a private viewing, we returned to the island in April, a month noted for storms that drive skies into a frenzy and visitors into refuge. After three days of heavy winds, the sky churned like a boiling stew. Then, as the winds calmed, so did the waters. And all that watched - both human and inanimate - saw the brilliant reward of reaching another day&apos;s close.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Santorini | Greece </image:geo_location>
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Two contenders break away from the group; making this race a solitaire effort between each other. Their sights are set only on the line as they kick up dust and turn with each bend in the road. The world around them fades away and all that&apos;s left is the race. A feeling so freeing and wild you hope the finish line evades them just to be able to live in that moment just a little longer.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Camargue | France</image:geo_location>
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That one tree in the field almost can be seen as an eyesore amidst what is a perfectly pruned field of lavender. I chose, however, to see it as an added beauty. Like a shepherd that watches their flock, this tree stands above and before the rows and rows of purple flora. A sentry over the bees that buzz and the plants that grow. Sometimes I think we all wish we could watch over a place just as beautiful as these lavender fields forever.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Provence | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/boat-house-germany/</loc>
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			<image:geo_location>Germany</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/camargue-horses-france-conpanions/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20651-Companions-S-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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			<image:caption>The horses of Camargue are an ancient breed from ages past. Being one of the oldest breeds known to us, I can&apos;t help but think they are merely visiting us here in the present. Perhaps they merely gallop through the marsh over the centuries to give us a glimpse of a time before where all one needed was a companion for the journey and a path to travel down.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Camargue | France</image:geo_location>
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			<image:title>Camargue Horse</image:title>
			<image:caption>The Camargue horses are an ancient breed from the Camargue area in southern France. Often considered one of the oldest breeds in the world, these &quot;white angels&quot; of the marsh are a sight to behold. There&apos;s something romantic about the thought of wild horses such as these galloping through the centuries to present day for us to enjoy. This horse in particular stood still and allowed me to capture the moment before he stamped down his hoof and took off into the depths of the marsh.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Camargue | France</image:geo_location>
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Their hooves stamp the dry ground, spraying up clouds of dust. The rider readies his reigns, giving them a crack in the air. Hooves fly from the ground and the cloud is now a storm, blocking any view from the front until a leader emerges from the squall, with his team bringing up his rear. There is no doubt about it, for these majestic competitors that the race is on.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Camargue | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/switzerland-evening-falls/</loc>
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    The Lauterbrunnen Valley of Switzerland is almost something out of a fairy tale. In the late Fall when I came, the air was crisp in the mornings with an earnest sun that washed over everything during the day making it the perfect sweet spot of chill and warmth. Snow would fall and turn to liquid the minute it touched the ground creating an enchanting scene without the frigid air and wind that can sometimes accompany our crystalized friend. I climbed to my vantage point to look out over the valley and was struck by the glow in the sky as the last bits of daylight sunk behind the mountains allowing evening to fall over the town and begin a different kind of magic from the day before.
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			<image:geo_location>Switzerland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/amsterdam-row-house-reflection/</loc>
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These homes in Amsterdam are about as iconic as this city&apos;s many attractions. Labeled &quot;dancing houses,&quot; they are all pitched this way and that to account for the uncertainty of the canal. This knowledge only leads me to picture a family at dinner, gathered around their table when someone knocks over a bowl of fruit; what might usually be a quick clean-up turns into a game of pursuit as the fruit rolls this way and that; dancing along with the house and making it&apos;s inhabitants join in the jig as well.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Amsterdam</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/zermatt-switzerland-starry-night/</loc>
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There aren&apos;t many things that can take your breath away but when you see them and they do; you know you&apos;ve experienced something you might only come across a few times in a lifetime. With the sky as crisp and clear as you can imagine and the Matterhorn climbing up to meet it; my breath was truly taken away. The town of Zermatt slept silently below as if knowing this gentle giant would keep watch over them under this crisp and starry night.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Zermatt | Switzerland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/switzerland-a-lofty-view/</loc>
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Setting deep in the Lauterbrunnen Valley of Switzerland, this church is surrounded by life. The lives of the townspeople, the visitors who stop to pray, and the life of every tree, plant, stream, and field that sit at the mountain&apos;s stone feet. The spire of the chapel guides your eyes to what seems like a never-ending scene of unimaginable things; a lofty view that reaches towards the heavens and beckons you to stop and just BE.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Switzerland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/switzerland-oberland/</loc>
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We often see pictures and think &quot;surely that can&apos;t be a real place&quot;. When I saw this valley, my thoughts immediately turned to &quot;I can&apos;t believe I am standing here&quot;. In a place such as this the only distraction is our minds as we try to comprehend how a place that can only be described as a fantasy can exist before our eyes. The majesty of the mountains, the twinkle of the waterfall, and the dazzling sky draw us in like a moth to a flame to be continually in awe by this hidden valley that is somehow turning our dreams into reality.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Switzerland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/hintersee-germany-ever-green/</loc>
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Nestled in the town of Hintersee, Germany, this cove fogs our minds with peaceful thoughts of a world away from the hustle and bustle. One could sit on the water&apos;s edge for hours only to hear the soft waves tickle the stones surrounding the bank. Over time, of course, moss had found its home on these water-smoothed stones, painting the water a magnificent cool green. In all of this, we can&apos;t help but notice the patriarch stone presiding over the lagoon. With father and son standing atop this aged rock, our fog is cleared only to give way to a scene that promises to remain ever green.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Hintersee | Germany</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/france-harvest-photography/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20514-Ready-for-Harvest-2by1-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
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			<image:geo_location>France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/austria-ascension/</loc>
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You never really know what veiled places you&apos;ll find when exploring the woods. What I don&apos;t think people realize, is that there are just as many places indoors to discover as there are outdoors. With this staircase, I saw something spectacular; something worth documenting. Like the trees ascend to the heavens, this staircase does the same with a unique ability to take us with it; allowing us to participate in the wash, the artistry, the ascension.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Austria</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/provence-france-lavender/</loc>
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			<image:title>Pour Toujours Lavande</image:title>
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For centuries, Provence has allured travelers and artists alike. Its craggy canyons and stone villages are balanced perfectly with the refinement of vineyards, olive groves and yes, the lavender. On one of the higher plateaus, stood this single tree providing its own sense of balance in an endless field of  lavender.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Provence | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/swan-lake-austria/</loc>
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It took us eight years to get back to Hallstatt, Austria, and one day to get the shot we wanted. When we saw &quot;Swan Lake&quot; in 1991, we realized its potential. We also knew that capturing the drama of this classic scene would call for a unique lighting situation. The day we arrived, it was calm, but disappointingly foggy. We went anyway, just to check out the general layout of the scene. As we got closer, the fog started to lift, quite rapidly. By the time we set up, the sun lit the fog in the distance, the water shimmered with smooth reflections, and the town itself seemed both to float on the water and to hover in the sky - all on a surprising first day.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Hallstatt | Austria</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/paris-france-photogrpahy/</loc>
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Like an oft-told fairy tale. Like spritely characters reborn from childhood memory as faint, ghostly outlines. Like fancy and whimsy and delight. Like Paris. High on the only hilltop in Paris, the artist colony of Montmartre hides a quiet restaurant named &quot;Poulbot.&quot; The front window, itself covered with fanciful figures from some unknown fantasy, frames another scene - illustrates another tale - playing out inside the tiny cafÃ©. Under the glow of soft light, patrons speak in low tones, telling their stories on a gentle stage set with lace curtains gracing a wooden door, antique pitchers suspended by hooks, and prized photography dimly illuminated. Outside the window on the day we found Poulbot, the air was cold, the sky was threatening. But, somehow, everything seemed all right. The light was right. The colors were right. The story was right.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Paris | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/les-deux-paris-france/</loc>
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The name of the Parisian restaurant on the Avenue St. Germaine may be as mysterious as the men who once frequented the place. While we were told that &quot;Les Deux Magots&quot; means &quot;The Two Chinamen,&quot; the word &quot;magot&quot; doesn&apos;t appear in most, if any, French dictionaries. That veil of secrecy seems appropriate, as the establishment reportedly served as a meeting place for international spies during World World II. The cafÃ© was also haunted by the likes of writers Ernest Hemingway and Victor Hugo. The day we visited, the cold was blamed for keeping most human activity indoors. We, however, preferred imagining that a waiter stood outside in isolation not for want of clientele but in keeping with intrigue, perhaps ready to politely but firmly request the day&apos;s password.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Paris | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/la-vignes-france/</loc>
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We found a lesson in contradiction today in the Dordogne Valley, one of our favorite areas in France. Already known for the paradoxical warmth of color in its otherwise cold stone, the valley revealed a bit more of the contrast we seek but only a rare glimpse. In front of a house that - like the car outside it - may have seen better days, a tremendous wisteria vine was defying decay. For an instant, everything there was warmed by a golden afternoon light which the moment before had been eclipsed by a sudden, cool rain.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/dorset-england-photography/</loc>
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Shaftesbury sits like a golden jewel in the heart of Dorset, England. The rural market town was founded among lush, rolling hills by King Alfred the Great in the 9th Century. Alfred, acclaimed as one of the best kings in history, is noted for supporting religion, scholarship and education, and for defending against foreign trespass and domestic lawlessness. On a steep road careening down the 700-foot bluff that Shaftesbury calls home, testaments to Alfred&apos;s influence yet remain. The heraldic St. Peter&apos;s church stands at the top of the cobbled street and the protective Gold Hill Wall runs its length. And, as if recalling Alfred&apos;s military in miniature, cottages closed in rank like toy soldiers seem to keep one another from toppling down the golden hill into neighboring Blackmore Vale.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Dorset | England</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/alsace-france-photography/</loc>
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			<image:title>A Bouquet of Color</image:title>
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Have you ever felt that something good is waiting right around the corner, but you can&apos;t seem to get there? During several trips to Alsace, France, a little street kept attracting our attention. But each time, something was amiss. Scaffolding cluttered walls, paint colors waged war with themselves, light failed to cooperate with its subjects. One more trip, one more try, and we finally rounded that street&apos;s &quot;corner.&quot; Peaceful colors, tidy surroundings, and willing light all came together. And the alleyway&apos;s hinted potential burst forth like the blooms and foliage running down the bricks and pouring through the shutters.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Alsace | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/ready-for-harvest-alsace-grapes/</loc>
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			<image:geo_location>Alsace | France</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/iceland-light-in-the-wilderness/</loc>
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			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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The north star has always been a welcomed sight in the sky; travelers in the night that are in need of a light to lead them. Although this image has no shortage of light, the church that stands is its own light; a more celestial and divine light. It guides weary travelers thru its doors and offers a different kind of guidance that cannot be found on a map but rather through folded hands, closed eyes, and silent prayer. So, although we do not see colors dancing across the night sky, I still see a Northern Light guiding me right to where I need to be.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/iceland-black-church-photography/</loc>
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Showing no emotion is the definition of the term &quot;stoic&quot; and when looking at this image I could think of no better word than that to describe the sheep that stood guard outside this iconic church. Showing no notion that I was there let alone capturing his likeness in an image. He graced this image as he graced the Icelandic grasses; completely indifferent to the iconic refinement his presence gave.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/skogafoss-iceland-waterfall-photography/</loc>
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			<image:title>Midnight&apos;s Veil</image:title>
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The almighty Skogafoss, showcased here in black and white is one of the most visited waterfalls in all of Europe.&amp;nbsp;</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/bruarfoss-iceland-waterfall/</loc>
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Translated to Blue Waterfall, Buarfoss is one of the worlds most beautiful and beloved waterfalls.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/icelandic-wild-horse-photography/</loc>
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			<image:title>Demure</image:title>
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These Icelandic horses are something I have been longing to see for some time. In every image or representation, I have seen they seem as if they are moving in slow motion; their manes perfectly coursing through the air with nothing but the wind and their gallop as an artist. So striking and yet so graceful at the same time. With this particular mare, I was able to take pause and catch her peering at me, stock still with a look of demure on her face. She was coy and beautiful and the moment was fleeting as I captured her gaze before she returned wandering across the Icelandic countryside.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/inspired-by-iceland-dauntless/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20612-Dauntless-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Dauntless</image:title>
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I can think of no better word to describe this church than dauntless. Completely isolated with no trees or hills to offer protection; it remains solid, structured, and resolute. Much like faith, it isn&apos;t blown away or knocked down so easily. We cannot see why it never falters or how it can continue to forge on in the rough wilderness and yet it endures with relentless determination to not let any storm or doubts shake it. I can only hope my faith remains as dauntless as this church that houses faith itself.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/vestrahorn-iceland-nature-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20611-Brilliance-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Brilliance</image:title>
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			<image:geo_location>Iceland</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lofoten-norway-landscape-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Lofoten-Wall-Islands-Norway-mountains.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Lofoten Wall</image:title>
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This village is simply one of the prettiest in Norway. These massive, jagged peaks tower over the fishing village protecting the many inland-fishing lanes from the North Sea. This isn&apos;t the easiest place to reach in Norway, but then if everyone had access to it, this village would lose its unspoiled charm. It&apos;s fantastic the way the local people embrace their heritage and enjoy their simple livelihood of fishing, crafts and dancing the Rheinlander.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Norway</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/prague-czechia-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20162-Silhouettes-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Silhouettes</image:title>
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The city of Prague is home to the Charles Bridge. Unlike other bridges, Charles Bridge is manned with stone sentinels that take the shape of saints that were venerated during that time period. They stand guard and watch as people once crossed from Old Town to the Lesser Quarter. While on the bridge their prestige fell into the water and they were only human. Passing by saints and sinners alike. Today the bridge stands as a way across the water; its crossers still being viewed in the sunrises and sunsets as silhouettes of people. No titles, no color, no rank. Just people together, going about their lives as equals.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Prague</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/prague-church-night-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20070-Embracing-the-Night-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Embracing the Night</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
As we travel, we become aware that the laws of the natural world apply universally. The simple consistency in the rising and setting of the sun reminds us of our commonalities, rather than our differences. The sun rests at the end of the day in the outer reaches of our world, just as it does at home.

Even so, the sun&apos;s recline can stand out as unusual in any locale. Sitting outside in the rooftop restaurant of a Prague hotel, we witnessed one of those sunsets that etch themselves into memory. As we enjoyed our meal in the evening air, warm despite the day&apos;s drawing closed, the lights in the old town square illuminated shadowy forms, like ghosts of the past. Above, the sky slowly transformed itself under the sun&apos;s sleepy eye. Like a rose blooming, pale pink became scarlet, then lavender, then violet. And we sat, amazed, again, at the wonder of the world, that its beauty can find us wherever we are.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Prague</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/charles-bridge-prague/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20050-Charles-Bridge-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Charles Bridge</image:title>
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Even in the light, memories can haunt. Charles Bridge, an icon in the city of Prague, bears testimony to the residual strength of long-held tyranny. On one particular day, the sun might rise brightly over the metalwork, burning off the morning fog as well as the memories of a strict and stifling political climate. 
The next day, the fog might briefly hold its own against the sun&apos;s warmth, creating an image of the bridge - and perhaps life itself - that appears sterile and colorless, drawn in shades of gray. And we are thankful that the image is only that: a picture of a moment in time, ephemeral, like the movements of ghosts in ethereal.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Prague</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/florida-gulf-ocean-photography/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Gulf-Light-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Gulf Light</image:title>
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When ocean and earth meet, more gathers than merely sand. Human spectators are unfailingly drawn to the scenes staged by players whose size and strength can both frighten and soothe, depending on their &quot;mood&quot;. When peaceful, the ocean&apos;s edge is a haven. No matter how relentlessly the waves have beaten during the day, they dissolve in the salty mix of water, land and sky. And when the stage is softly lit by the last rays of the sun, the only participation required of the audience is to pull up a chair and watch.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Florida</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lifes-a-beach/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20599-Lifes-A-Beach-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Life&apos;s A Beach</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
I often choose which images to shoot based on whether or not I think someone else would enjoy being there as much as I was. I always shoot my happy places. Very rarely do I look back at an image and think &quot;I wouldn&apos;t want to be there right now&quot;. And I hope these images can evoke that same feeling in others. With this beach and these chairs for instance, I look back now and think about how the sand felt and how clear the water was and my heart physically aches to be sitting in that very chair. And if I stare at the image long enough, I can almost feel the salt in the breeze brush my face only to be snapped back to reality; after all, life&apos;s a beach.</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/aspen-grove-utah/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20524-Aspen-Grove-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Aspen Grove</image:title>
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On a cool September morning as I was making my way up Guardsman&apos;s Pass once again, a splash of color caught my eye. A stand of aspen trees that I had previously passed many times, suddenly stopped me. The forest floor was ablaze with scarlet and gold hues. The Aspens, with their leaves turning gold themselves, were quaking as if they knew of the coming snow that was soon to follow. </image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Utah</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/autumn-in-iowa/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20507-Trace-of-Autumn-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Trace of Autumn</image:title>
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Hidden gems can sometimes only be found by going on an excursion in search of them. In this circumstance, my travels took me just minutes from home and the hidden gem I found was one I had seen many times. When coming across it this time, however, the changing colors had skewed my vision and showed me sometime entirely new; almost as if the leaves had painted themselves in a more pleasing way to pose for the travelers that had taken them for granted before. So today whilst on the trail, I had to stop and pause to appreciate this flashing moment of autumn on the trace.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Iowa</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/pebble-beach-famous-tree/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20494-Lone-Cypress-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Lone Cypress</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
I was traveling the 17-Mile Drive on the Monterey Peninsula, headed toward a Pebble Beach landmark, when it began to rain. I asked myself, &quot;Why am I going out here in this downpour&quot;? The tourists who had gathered there apparently had answered that question already, as they beat a quick retreat from the threatening clouds. 
The Lone Cypress, the rooted icon I had come to capture, had no choice but to stay. It wasn&apos;t going anywhere, so neither was I. Perhaps we&apos;d both learned that thunderstorms pass, and on the other side of dismal often lies remarkable beauty. Leave too soon, and you&apos;ll miss it. As the clouds cleared and the sun beat down on a jagged precipice, two lone figures remained to revel in the sight - the cypress on its cliff, and I on mine.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>California</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/pier-blue-water-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20446-Harmony-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Harmony</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
A scene such as this does not render many words. Words would only cloud up the harmonious balance of water and sky interrupted by the distending dock. With this image words will do no justice; to fully feel the sun and have the water reflected in your gaze you must sit in silence and experience the harmony of the elements engulfing you in that perfect moment.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/utah-aspen-tree-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20439-Radiance-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Radiance</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
Scenes such as this should be revered. Very few things can be found that exhibit such color and yet at the same time seize your eye by the intensity of its starkness. This grove particularly held so much of each feature that I couldn&apos;t pass up the opportunity to let my mind wander amidst the oranges and yellows that contrasted so perfectly with the white bark that was wrapped around each slender trunk. As I took this shot, I tried to do it in such a way that anyone studying it would be able to revere it in the way that I had and to truly be able to see its radiance.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Utah</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-bahamas-blue/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20428-Caribbean-Blue-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Caribbean Blue</image:title>
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Shocking blue water is all you can see for miles. The aged yellow paint of the pillars gives off a glow which is illuminated by the sun shining above. A gentle breeze is cast out over the water creating tufts of waves emerging from the once placid surface and you can&apos;t help but think there could be anything more tranquil. A lone sailboat begins to emerge from behind a pillar; the sails blowing ever so slightly, just enough to move. You can almost feel the breeze as the boat glides forward. My emotions stirred as I tried to capture the moment for exactly what it was; a moment of discovering true Caribbean blue.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>The Bahamas</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/mill-west-virgina-autumn/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20327-Autumn-Mill-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Autumn Mill</image:title>
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West Virginia is easily one of the most beautiful places I have traveled to. The forests are abundant everywhere you look and during autumn, shades of changing leaves engulf you as you drive down their many roads. On one such road, I came upon an old mill sitting in my path. The water wheel was old and rusted and matched the feel of the entire scene that lay before me. The ground was showered in sheets of color acting as a reflector for the trees. I knew I had come to this exact spot at the perfect time. The season explained itself as I stood and stared at the autumn mill.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>West Virginia</image:geo_location>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/wooden-pier-florida/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20228-Horizon-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Horizon</image:title>
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In solitary situations, whether you feel lonely or merely alone will depend on your perspective. When your vantage point is the end of a dock in Seaside, Florida, at the end of the day, watching the end of the day&apos;s light bathe the placid ocean from shore to horizon, you&apos;re likely not to feel adrift but instead lost in a dream that is yours alone.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Florida</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lone-cypress-tree-pebble-beach/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20072-Evening-in-Blue-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Evening in Blue</image:title>
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A 200-year-old sturdy, lone cypress tree stands on Pebble Beach. I waited for both weather and time to come together to create a view that captured what has become the symbol of Pebble Beach. A steady downpour of rain slowed me down, but once the rain passed and the sky cleared, everything came together to make this shot happen. I had to work quickly, as all but a few minutes of light were left in the day. The sun&apos;s brilliant post storm color wrapped the tree in incredible tones. The waves crashed constantly on the shore to provide an element of drama. Amazing blue tones bestowed light from the approaching nightfall. In all of this, the cypress tree stands tall, sturdy and solid, undeterred by weather, time and water.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>California</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/lone-cypress-tree-california/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20060-Cypress-Sunset-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Cypress Sunset</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below
I was traveling the 17-Mile Drive on the Monterey Peninsula, headed toward a Pebble Beach landmark, when it began to rain. I asked myself, &quot;Why am I going out here in this downpour&quot;? The tourists who had gathered there apparently had answered that question already, as they beat a quick retreat from the threatening clouds. 
The Lone Cypress, the rooted icon I had come to capture, had no choice but to stay. It wasn&apos;t going anywhere, so neither was I. Perhaps we&apos;d both learned that thunderstorms pass, and on the other side of dismal often lies remarkable beauty. Leave too soon, and you&apos;ll miss it. As the clouds cleared and the sun beat down on a jagged precipice, two lone figures remained to revel in the sight - the cypress on its cliff, and I on mine.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>California</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/british-virgin-islands-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20045-Castaway-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Castaway</image:title>
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Sometimes long forgotten is just what - and where - you want to be. On the shore of one of the British Virgin Islands, a palm tree stretches over the water, the bend in its neck arched perfectly for lazily swinging a rope and tire. Traces of just such leisure remain, in a path worn into the bark. A little boat nearby appears to have taken up happy residence, the weight of its sand-filled hull anchoring it against the tides. Gentle water, soft sand, brilliant sky, feathery clouds. By chance or by choice, this is one spot where being marooned might be a pleasant fate.</image:caption>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/woodland-tree-photography/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Woodland-Trees-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Woodland Realm</image:title>
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Mystery can always draw us in. Something light that can lead us beyond to something we do not know. From simply standing outside this woodland realm, my curiosity spiked at the stark white trees in contrast to their shaded companions that lay further inside the wood. As a child&apos;s mind carelessly wanders where it will; I could only wish my feet would do the same. But nonetheless; the realm remained a mystery; only to be seen from the outside, with pillars of wood capturing all wandering eyes.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Italy</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/where-angels-sing/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Where-Angels-Sing-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Where Angels Sing</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/uplifted/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Uplifted-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Uplifted</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-way/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/The-Way-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Way</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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			<image:geo_location>Germany</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/halls-of-knowlegde/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Halls-of-Knowledge-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Halls of Knowledge </image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/the-finale/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Finale-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Finale</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/falling-in-tiers/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Falling-in-Tiers-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Falling in Tiers</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/book-library-photography/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Books-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Ancient Word</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below</image:caption>
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	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/biblioteca/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/Biblioteca-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Bibioteca</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below

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			<image:geo_location>Germany</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/esmeralda-spain-landscape/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20639-Esmeralda-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Esmeralda</image:title>
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A fisherman&apos;s life used to be a simple life. Rise in the morning, make your way to the docks, climb into your boat, and sail away for that day&apos;s catch. I see the draw of that life; or at least how that life used to be. How everything used to be; simple. But seeing these boats anchored in this cove with water so clear and emerald the mystery of the ocean floor eludes you; I was brought back to a simpler time when there was just a boat, the ocean, and the sun on the horizon.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Spain</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/12/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20411-The-Cloisters-PL-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-the-gathering/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/The-Gathering-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Gathering</image:title>
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A herd of elephants gathers at a watering hole in the African savanna during sunset, their silhouettes reflected in the still water as the sky glows with warm orange and gold hues.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-the-opening/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20658-The-Opening-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>The Opening</image:title>
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An invitation to another world where time stands still, abandoned but not forgotten in Namibia, Africa.&amp;nbsp;</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-intensity/</loc>
		<image:image>
			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20657-Intensity-SP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Intensity</image:title>
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The Golden gaze of this beautiful and dangerous baby cheetah appears to travel to your very soul.&amp;nbsp;</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-desert-design/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20625-Desert-Design-TP-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Desert Design</image:title>
			<image:caption>Order Below


The desert is a land that is known for many things; heat, sand; well that is about it. But here we found ourselves in a ghost town. The heat and sand lived up to their reputations but what the most pleasant surprise was what we found in the sand. Abandoned homes with doors propped almost welcoming us in. Still yearning to have inhabitants walk through its rooms and admire its furnishings. </image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
		</image:image>
	</url>
	<url>
		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-drifting-away/</loc>
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			<image:loc>https://www.scanlan.com/images/xl/20588-Drifting-Away-S-WEB.jpg</image:loc>
			<image:title>Drifting Away</image:title>
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These homes that were once occupied have been all but taken over by the dunes of sand brought to each room by the winds of the desert. Giving off almost an eerie feel, I also can&apos;t help but be intrigued by each room and the peeling, colored walls that cover each room. The memory of what has passed simply drifting away into the sand, soon to become one entity in itself.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
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			<image:title>Suspended</image:title>
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&quot;Suspended in Sand&quot;, didn&apos;t quite have the same ring to it as &quot;Suspended&quot; when it came to the naming of this photo. I think the simplicity of the name leaves interpretation more available for the viewer. When I read the name of this image, I imagine time. Something suspended, held completely still, for a moment, a year; a millennia. I see the door no longer on its hinges but rather taking a more enduring residence in the dunes of sand that has occupied the home for years. The permanence of the sand leaves the door, the walls, the entrances; all suspended in that moment and many moments to come.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
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			<image:title>Buried In Time</image:title>
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Buried in the abandoned town of Kolmanskop are homes, doors, and memories. What was once a diamond town, now only glistens with the grains of sand that rule the ruins of the structures left behind. This great wooden door that once stood with open arms, has now been laid down to rest, and in its place stands an immovable dune that threatens to grow with each passing second. This door was not buried in a day, but has slept for years now, continually being buried with time.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
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			<image:title>Ensemble</image:title>
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An ensemble is often thought of as a group of people performing together, whether that be actors, musicians, dancers, or the like. Here, however we don&apos;t see any performers per se but rather objects that have just finished their final dance. An ensemble of nature that clearly has stood the test of time and the harshness of the dessert. Something like this can be experienced long after the curtain closes which is something, I think, we can be eternally grateful for.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
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		<loc>https://www.scanlan.com/photo/namibia-africa-two-doors/</loc>
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			<image:title>Two Doors</image:title>
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A weathered, abandoned house stands half-buried in fine golden sand under the bright Namibian sun. The wooden door, its paint long peeled away, leans open at an angle â revealing a hallway flooded with dunes that have spilled inside over decades of desert winds.</image:caption>
			<image:geo_location>Namibia | Africa</image:geo_location>
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