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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 05:05:06 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss" version="2.0"><channel><title>Places I'll Never Forget</title><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Sunset from Stonefields</title><link>http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00068.JPG?pictureId=244905</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The tag-end of the most remarkable sunset that I ever saw.&amp;nbsp; The bungalow is set on the edge of a cliff several hundred feet above the sea, facing west towards the sunset.&amp;nbsp; you can see for thirty or fourty miles, and the nearest land to the west is Central America, hundreds of miles away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking across the seascape, the clouds form their own distant shoreline and mountian range.&amp;nbsp; As the light changed, everything went lavender, then a profound shade of deep plum.&amp;nbsp; I've never seen a lavender Sea.&amp;nbsp; Near the end, a freighter leaving Sofriere slipped into the composition.&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00068.JPG?pictureId=244905&amp;asThumbnail=true"/><media:content url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00068.JPG?pictureId=244905&amp;asGalleryImage=true"/></item><item><title>Deck of the Bungalow</title><link>http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00074.JPG?pictureId=244906</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The bungalow is a simple square structure, with kichen/sitting room, bedroom, outside shower, and deck.&amp;nbsp; All made of local hardwoods, it is solid and serviceable, of the unornamented island style.&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00074.JPG?pictureId=244906&amp;asThumbnail=true"/><media:content url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00074.JPG?pictureId=244906&amp;asGalleryImage=true"/></item><item><title>Deck and Breakfast</title><link>http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00087.JPG?pictureId=244907</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I travel with my own cook, and Marie prepared a breakfast of omlettes, toast, and local fruit.&amp;nbsp; Far below is a vintage hundred foot yacht anchored in the shelter of the Pitons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not visible in this picture, the famous Pitit Piton rises a thousand feet above the bungalow, filling much of the southern view.&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00087.JPG?pictureId=244907&amp;asThumbnail=true"/><media:content url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00087.JPG?pictureId=244907&amp;asGalleryImage=true"/></item><item><title>Bungalow Livingroom</title><link>http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00185.JPG?pictureId=244904</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The inside of the bungalow at Stonefields Resort, St. Lucia.&amp;nbsp; Just right for a couple, with a serviceable kitchen, bedroom, bath, and deck, all done in native hardwoods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent one whole day in the hammock on the deck - napping, reading, and just looking at the view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00185.JPG?pictureId=244904&amp;asThumbnail=true"/><media:content url="http://www.coneblog.com/picture/DSC00185.JPG?pictureId=244904&amp;asGalleryImage=true"/></item></channel></rss>