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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.

For an extra jolt of voltage, feel it on black (How's that D.?)

Mextures, LensLight, Pixlromatic and PhotoToaster on iPhone


The date of construction of the stone fort is uncertain, although there are claims that a Jesuit Antonio Campioni built a stone fort in 1630, and the gate of the fort bears the date 1738 together with the arms of Castile and Leon. It is certain, however, that the fort underwent major renovations in the late 19th century as part of a building program to improve Cebu.


The victory of the Americans led by Commodore Dewey at the Battle of Manila Bay in 1898 marked the end of the Spanish era in the Philippine Islands. The fort was then surrendered by the Spaniards to the Cebuano revolutionaries.


Fort San Pedro became a part of the American Warwick barracks during the American regime. From 1937 to 1941 the barracks was converted into a school where many Cebuanos received their formal education. During World War II from 1942 to 1945, Japanese residents of the city took refuge within the walls. When the battle to liberate the city of Cebu from the Imperial Japanese forces was fought, the fort served as an emergency hospital for the wounded.


From 1946 to 1950, Fort San Pedro was an army camp. After 1950, the Cebu Garden Club took over and fixed the inner part and converted it into a miniature garden.


Although already in ruins, the upper deck was utilized for different offices. First, as a clinic of the City Health, as office of the Presidential Arm and Community Development then the City Public Works Unit used the ruins of the lieutenant's quarters as its field office.


In 1957 mayor Sergio Osmeña Jr. jolted the public with his announcement to demolish Fort San Pedro and erect on the spot a new City Hall. This started a movement against the demolition idea. Articles voicing opposition appeared in the local dailies and magazines in Cebu City and in Manila. Finally, confronted by civic leaders and society heads at his Cebu City Hall office, he gave up his idea and said he will use instead the space behind the fort.


In the very same year, the city council commissioned "The Lamplighter", a religious sect, to manage a zoo subsidized by the city within the fort courtyard.


By 1968, the façade, quarters and walls of the original structures of Fort San Pedro were so obliterated that only the two towers were recognizable. Plans for the restoration of the fort was started and the zoo was relocated.


Plans and estimates for the restoration of the fort were completed by architect Leonardo Concepción, who had completed his MA in Building restoration in Madrid. The project was jointly funded by the Board of Travel Industry (now Department of Tourism), the Cebu City Government, and the Cebu Zonta Club.


The Fort San Pedro restoration was a tedious, time and labor consuming project. To restore the fort as close to the original as possible, coral stones which were hauled from under the sea along Cebu coastal towns were utilized. Delivered crudely cut to the restoration site, the fort laborers did the final cutting and polishing to make the blocks fit each other.


Work progressed slowly but the façade, the main building, (Cuerpo de Guardia), the walk and the observatory roof garden were faithfully restored after one and a half years. To make the project functional; the restored main building serves then as the Cebu Office of the Department of Tourism, the lieutenant's quarters now houses a museum, the inner court is an open-air theater and its immediate vicinity is a park.


At present, it is under the care and administration of the city of Cebu,as a historical park under City Executive Order No. 08-87 of February 20, 2008. This order also known as Plaza Independencia - Fort San Pedro Interim Policy and Advisory Board (PIFSIPAB) appointed Hon. Michael L. Rama as overall overseer of the Plaza Independencia and Fort San Pedro. The land on which it is situated is, however, owned by the Department of Environment and Natural Resources.


These days, part of the fort is a museum. Inside the fort houses the legacies of the Spanish Government: well preserved Spanish artefacts such as Spanish documents, paintings and sculpture. A large statue of Legazpi and Antonio Pigafetta may be seen outside the fort walls.


Inside Fort San Pedro Facing Entrance, August 2010.


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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


I'm still needing a jolt of colour so here are some more tulips from my grocery to brighten your day:)

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Day begins in Glacier's Two Medicine area. Who needs coffee when you have this to jolt you awake.


Pictured are Never Laughs Woman, Painted Teepee and Mt. Sinopah, reflected in Pray Lake.


Best seen when Viewed LARGE On Black

All appearances that are traditionally familiar because of their singular expression, become mute to us. We no longer react to their appeal and are surrounded by silence; so we succumb to the deadly grip of "practical- efficiency."

Sometimes an unusual shock is able to jolt us out of such a lifeless state into vigorous feeling. Frequently, however, the most thorough shaking fails to revitalize the deadly condition. The shocks which come from with- out (sickness, accident, sorrow, war, revolution) wrench us violently out of the circle of our customary habits for a shorter or a longer time, but such

shocks are, as a rule, looked upon as a more or less violent "injustice." Therefore, the desire to re-establish as soon as possible the traditional habits, temporarily abandoned, outweighs all other feelings.

KANDINSKY, W: Point and line to plane.

Brilliant setting sunlight breaks through quickly parting clouds over west Wales,UK...I had a little bit of a jolt when I saw the photograph...It reminded me of the footage and photographs of the first A-blasts in the New Mexico and Nevada deserts in the forties and fifties...Just my imagination thankfully.

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!

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.

~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.

Some lightning crashing down in between broken top and south sister over a classic lake vista.

View On Black. It's worth your click.


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.

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.


; ))


The Peruvian Paso is a breed of pleasure saddle horse known for its smooth ride. It is distinguished by a uniquely natural gait called the paso llano which is a lateral four beat gait. [...] This characteristic gait was utilized for the purpose of covering long distances over a short period of time without tiring the horse or rider... The gait supplies essentially none of the vertical bounce that is characteristoc of the trot... The rider's back feels no strain or jolt. Hence, this is a favored mount for riders with back trouble.


source: wikipedia

I'm in love with this pier, it jolts out from land pretty far and it wraps around for a 200+ degree view of the horizon.

STORYLINE: It started beautifully at first. She dreamed of riding a carousel as the sun set. A haunting melody of a distant piano wafted in the gentle breeze. Suddenly, something pressed her down. The ornate wooden horses turned black. They bobbed up and down, around and around, faster and faster. She had became the carousel! She was trapped! Terrified, she jolted out of her nightmare only to discover something heavy was on her chest. Two menacing red eyes pierced darkness looking back at her.


Designers Shown:

Aeva Heartsick, Ayashi, Candy Mountain, Dark Passions, Devin Vaughn, Isovii, KOOQLA, LIKKA*HOUSE, Meli Imako, Slink, ZZANG,


Freebies: Candy Mountain, Dark Passions, Isovii, Meli Imako


Location: Leroy - Friend of the Night


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RMK Gothic SIM English

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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.


Random facts:

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. =)

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:)

benching in cheyenne wyoming...

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.


NO GROUP INVITES, PLEASE!!! I very much appreciate your comments..

What can I say...I couldn't ask for a better morning jolt!

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


Yeah! I have much sense of humor until can laugh to myself when I have clumsy:))


Today, do you laugh something? then please....


The bokeh sky in my garden, I captured through the pine tree.


Thank you to laugh:)

"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


mess tidals: they usually come in cycles, so that once in a while you are forced to have a go at restoring a clean visual space for the benefit of the already confused mind. so: take everything away, stick it just elsewhere out of sight.

the aftermath is usually three or four days of a table that looks like the mesas. you can actually sit there and write without things falling off the edges.

then, shyly, a scrap of paper or two, a book, two packs of cigarettes, a lighter, an half-filled cup of coffee, water glasses, a notebook, spam mail that no one is brave enough to throw away directly. the invasion begins anew.


and: you manage not to find things that were supposed to be important again. up until you convince yourself they were not important.


months later:

crawling through old boxes and bags: scraps of paper mostly, artefacts that the dust has long since started devouring and/or cloaking. pencil lines have turned paler. just below a drawing (a stickman about to enter in a room, the room displayed through a door, a handful of spirals in its rectangle) a quickly jolted down note, a rather meaningless thing brought back from that night's dream:


a man says: "this site is evaporating"


it's easier to stumble somehow. you also get to scream and swear once you touch the ground.

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Driving through this part of Namibia from Sossusvlei to Swakopmund

on a long, hard, dusty gravel road, can be hot, tiresome and tough on

any vehicle, but as you arrive at the top of Kuiseb Pass, the view jolts

you wide awake, it is like a vision, a mirage in the Desert.

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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!"


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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) ~


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:


And texture-texture courtesy skeletalmess:


Six-year-old Finley was jolted violently from his sleep by screams coming from the recesses of his parent’s two-story flat. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he surveyed his room filled with spaceships, pirates and ninjas. With a mixture of reluctance and fear, he slowly got out of his warm bed and cracked the door to his room, listening to what seemed to be a loud banging outside. Wearing his favorite one-piece Mr. Raccoon pajamas, he took a deep breath and began to creep silently down the narrow hall to the top of the stairs. He began descending one step at a time.


Fingertips brushing along the wooden railing, he stopped frequently to listen, but too scared to look as he half-covered his eyes, to the loud banging sounds from outside. It was then that he felt a wet sensation on the bottom of his pajama-covered feet and looked down. Inquisitively, Finley squinted his small green eyes at the pool of blood he was standing in and the trail which led directly to the screen door. Stepping off of the last step, he approached the door and tiptoed to peer outside. Horrified by what he saw, young Finley began to scream and cry. He was then gruesomely sucked outside by some unseen force.


Distantly in the living room, the sound of a television playing with a low volume omitted the occasional flicker of light and off on an adjacent wall. A visibly shaken news reporter, clad in a disheveled suit and tie, sat with a pale face. Almost as if in non-coherent shock, he occasionally communicated a few silent words in relation to “beings touching down, traveling by sound waves, hologram in nature, gruesome carnage, the ripping off of limbs and absolute annihilation.” Suddenly, the television screen filled with static and clicked off.



Helmet: Kojima Industries - A-46 arctis helmet

Vest: EPIA - SWAT combat vest (SWAT logo removed)

Pants: VRSION - UN

Hoodie: VRSION - UN


hologram waves: drawn

claws: (centre figure) - drawn

scythe (left figure weapon): drawn

screen/screen door perspective: drawn


Sim: Neva River


Poses: made by Kyhiro

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