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Lightning strikes the hillside during an evening storm in the desert-area west of Kamloops, BC. This was captured during a 30 second exposure.
Last night's earthquake was certainly an interesting experience, it woke me up, at first I thought it was raining because the window frames were making a tap tap noise, then I realized what was happening, nothing even fell in my house, but this was the strongest jolt I remember witnessing, it lasted a good 10 seconds at least.
The photo, is of Svolvaer, the Lofotenese megalopolis at dusk, the snow covered floating pier moved a little despite the calm water. The "prisms" at upper left corner are cod fish drying racks, lit up all night, as they are city's only (very smelly) tourist attraction, aside from the surrounding landscape.
"jolt" reminded me of that drink a few decades ago though this photo has nothing to do with the drink : www.beveragesdirect.com/products/jolt-cola-caffeinated-bo...
the music: Transfigured night
this morning I woke from a dream.
In the dream it’s night and i’m walking in a sort
Of undefined high prairie landscape.
And though i can’t see him, i can feel the presence of
A man that’s walking with me on my right side.
And i’m complaining to this presence that
i’m angry with god - i’m angry because god wants me
To do with my life things that i don’t want to do – I’m angry
Because god Wants me to be ways that i don’t want to be. And the presence says to me that i have it wrong, that i don’t
understand - that god only wants me to do what
i truly want to do in my truest deepest heart.
And then i’m alone and i spread my arms
And i begin to turn in circles and all the stars in the sky
Begin to revolve and move with me – and my turning creates
A great wind and as i’m turning faster and faster the stars begin
To streak and Blend together into a sky turned to light and i’m spinning
So fast that i begin to come apart and dissolve and become
A part of the Light
And then there’s a jolt and I wake up to one of my cats
Sitting on my chest wanting breakfast - and in my truest deepest heart
I want a cup of coffee and a cigarette
Misty has been pretty sluggish all this week, so we weren't so sure if she'd be up for a morning trip to the beach. We planned on a quick walk, but she surprised us with a jolt of energy. We're thankful for days like this when we can see the obvious joy in her eyes and a little spark of youth.
Explore # 432 March 1, 2009
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Some lightning crashing down in between broken top and south sister over a classic lake vista.
A shorebird you can see without going to the beach, Killdeer are graceful plovers common to lawns, golf courses, athletic fields, and parking lots. These tawny birds run across the ground in spurts, stopping with a jolt every so often to check their progress, or to see if they’ve startled up any insect prey. Their voice, a far-carrying, excited kill-deer, is a common sound even after dark, often given in flight as the bird circles overhead on slender wings.
Water droplet refractions don't have to be complicated, and I've posted this one as proof. No editing outside of Lightroom, and just two plants placed together and sprayed with water. Voila! View large!
This image illustrates the simplicity in the concept, and also highlights some of the challenges. First off is depth of field. Razor-thin depth means you have to be incredibly deliberate with your focus. A refracted image may be in focus, but the outer edge of the droplet can be blurry.
This depth problem cannot be solved by the conventional means of using a smaller aperture. Light will diffract around a tiny aperture and bend off course, blurring the resulting image in a phenomenon we call "diffraction limiting".
The next challenge you'd see here is placement. Moving the flower closer or farther away would change its size in the droplets. Farther away would yield more of the petals, but it would also change the background composition (which is also created by the flower, but out of focus). Adjusting these two potted plants with no aid of any "third hand" tool takes some control away from the composition.
The next would be the droplets. If the two plants are close together when you spray, they'll both get covered in droplets equally. Call me picky, but I prefer the flower to be dry. However, spraying the grass and then moving the flower into place requires much more patience and careful movements. One slight jolt and those dangling droplets will fall!
This is as simplistic as I could make a droplet refraction photo: Two potted plants totaling $5.99 - a Gerbera Daisy and Blue Sprite Koeleria. The plants are pushed together on a table, sprayed with water, and the droplets are photographed. No complex setup, no tricky and time-consuming editing.
Hopefully this encourages people to go out and try it!
Fall season is here. It's my favorite season of the year.The summer heat seemed to linger but fall is here to stay. The air is starting to get chilly. The fog hasn't rolled in yet. This was taken last year at the park near our house. Still don't have anything to shoot. I need some jolt of creative juice...some inspiration..something, I guess. Have to dig in the vault again.
~Henry Ward Beecher
Photo: The Picnic Wagon by Nelonie A. Crelencia ©2009
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The Cool Autumn Sun begin to Rise... It is as if Summer has just begun and it is time to ready ourselves for the cooler days of of Autumn that are just around the bend.
I was sitting on the stairs of our back porch the other morning, thinking; "I must be nuts" to be sitting on the cold concrete in my jammies. A fresh hot cup of coffee warmed my hands as I watched the dainty fingers of steam rise into the cool crisp morning air, if I held it just right, I could watch the sun's golden rays shining through the tiny droplets, like a graceful ballerina they swirled before me, then were gone. I was making mental notes of all I needed to get done that day.As I looked toward the end of the yard I could see the dew making its way down the petals of an Echinacea flower.
I decided that it was very important that I get out there and do something that really need to get done...... I set my coffee down and it soon became a little caffeine jolt for some ants, then I grabbing my camera and garden stool, headed out to play for a bit. Somehow I was not as "crazy" after I finished... Although I am sure our neighbour Rob thinks otherwise. Since drove by and saw me squatted down on the cold, wet lawn in my jammies, camera in hand, playing.
Hello everyone. I am determined that I am going to make it around to each of you this evening. We are just about ready to go. I am pretty much packed and will only have to go through our suitcases, maybe, 20 or 30 more times to be sure I did not forget anything.LOL
I still do not think that it has really sunk in that we are heading to Shanghai in a couple of weeks.
this week has been stressful. it will be worse next week though. school is poop.
blah, i'm tired of this.
WE DID THE HARLEM SHAKE AT MY CHURCH . i enjoyed it very much.
hooray for dancing in hideous clothing!
love you all, bye.
A friend produces and directs indy movies and commercials. He asked if I'd like to take some shots of the production. So far, this is my favorite.
Kiddo lost her first tooth. I feel that I am certainly not old enough to have a child that looses teeth.
I'm ordering lil business cards via Moo. I have friends that seem to want to give them out...who am I to argue?
I don't actually have a business, just my name and number on adorable lil cards.
Edit: this is the first photo of mine that I've seen in the "Last 7 days interesting" Flickr feature. Thank you everyone, it really gave me a jolt of happiness and wth'ness. =)
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For those of lus who need a jolt of colour! Here are three shots of the same tulip, never sure which one is the best. Stay dry and well:)
Explore # 59 on May 19, 2011 This is the first of three explored, but only one stayed to be counted for Scout and Drew Myers:)
For a quick caffeine jolt, just reach for pocket coffiee! I did promise something different than my usual flower photos ... I was fooling around taking macro shots of various colourful things. Not many of the shots turned out, but I liked the colours of this box.
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Waiting for a ship to come In....
Hair caressing my face
as if a lovers’ touch
glare jolting iris
A lighthouse forever
broadcasting the warning
debris flying above
vortex vibrant glory
rubbish has its beauty
watching and waiting
of great worth
against a hunters moon
behemoth of the ocean
crashing against the shore
ghost voices on the wind
living in the gale
rope be cast
night after night
waiting for a ship
A westerly wind
A precious cargo ….
A dream that
one day a ship
might just come in ….
the other evening i walked over to my desk where gaia was listening to music, and felt a jolt of strong sorrow.
she had been out at the pool, and found my dragonfly friend, ( the one i saved from our back porch) floating on top of the cool water, she knew i'd want to keep it, and so left it on my desk for me.
and so now, it's found a home in my collection of symbols of longing.
my visual reminders that longing expressed is always a beautiful thing.
"A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road."
Henry Ward Beecher
An artistic and infectious documentary about Michelangelo is on TV. I am listening to some divinely inspiring music at the same time. I am also jolted and inspired as I look at some of the images on my contacts list.
The sun is shining and it is pleasant outside and my backdoor is ajar. And, my goodness, but a little freshness is creeping in on the southerly breezes that are blowing in. All of this sensory input comes as I am working on this image.
Well, if all of that doesn't get your creative juices flowing, just close the lid and shovel on the dirt, " 'cause you is dead!"
Sometimes I feel as if I may choke on my own unbridled, joyful, nervous passions. I am a lucky son-of-a-bitch to have them, with at least a few of them – like takin’ pictures, fishin’, cookin’ - being lawful. The others? Well, they’ll just have to catch me in the act regarding those…. :-)
Life is, indeed, “A Delicate Balance” ~ Marian McPartland (Piano) ~ www.goear.com/listen.php?v=9261562
Heaven help me, ‘cause I don’t really wish to help myself. :-))))
You want to know one of the coolest parts about getting older? Our ability to be embarrassed goes way, way down. Kinda’ loosens life up a bit: allows us to grab at some of those opportunities that have always been drifting - somewhat scarily - by each of us.
Oh yeah; “Winter Wear.” Even when whithered, in the brown and brittle stasis of winter, life possesses an eternal beauty. (My very own quote, thank you). And, ain't that the truth!
I’ve said I was going to try to lighten my color use – try to be more restrained. Why? ‘Cause some of you do the light colors – pastel colors – soft colors so well – it just inflames my passions to do the same. Gotta’ experiment and stretch.
And there was no color at this scene, unless you consider monochrome winter gray and dull brown, colors. So I worked – consciously – at finding the art in a restrained palette.
Old Picture texture courtesy Jill: www.flickr.com/photos/borealnz/3192069151/in/set-72157610...
And texture-texture courtesy skeletalmess: www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/3230637861/in/set-7215...
Explore #484 June 30, 2009
I was playing around with selective color and came up with this. I am pretty happy with the result.
Thank you Amanda (Craftedfromtheheart) for talking me into posting this.
Thank you my friends for all of your great comments, faves and visits.
Have a great Tuesday!!!!
This is funny if you have 30 seconds.
We just had a jolting 5.0 earthquake, near my house. It felt like a big one! Happy Blue Monday! :-) Another flower shot from the garden tour. :-)
Los Angeles, CA
Merciful Father, please kiss her mind, to help her leave the jolts of the fog,
She had a pony once.
Bought from this here hero.
On the 03.03.03.
A mere three hour drive from Córdoba.
For the cordial amount of £3.
Three weeks later I washed it at three
times thirty degrees-which spells 90.
Hence reducing the devious bastard
to a tiny and odd looking plum sized raisin.
'Ponies are generally considered intelligent
and friendly, though sometimes they also
are described as stubborn or devious.
The differences of opinion often result
from an individual pony's degree of proper
training. Ponies trained by inexperienced
individuals, or only ridden by beginners,
can turn out to be spoiled because their
riders typically lack the experience base
to correct bad habits. Properly trained
ponies are appropriate mounts for
children who are learning to ride'.
Now, me ain't had no experience in no nothing,
but there is one god damn thing I know I ain't:
an experienced bad-habit correctin' individual.
Head over here for something more interesting
than this phony Jive.
And Pedro, how come this lead singer
isn't a national icon?
(Forget it. I ain't listening to you)
“A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs.
It's jolted by every pebble on the road.”
~ Henry Ward Beecher ~
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I heard something behind me and turned and saw this coming. I was so surprised I almost forgot to raise my camera and take pictures. The driver laughed and said it was a good thing he wasn't coming at me. :-) Happy Fence Friday
"A person without a sense of humor
is like a wagon without springs.
It's jolted by every pebble on the road."
- Henry Ward Beecher