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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
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.
“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….Killdeer spend their time walking along the ground or running ahead a few steps, stopping to look around, and running on again. When disturbed they break into flight and circle overhead, calling repeatedly. Their flight is rapid, with stiff, intermittent wingbeats.”
Status : Least Concern
Source : Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
Buck Horn Springs Road – Jackson County – Oregon - USA
The baths were on my 'must-see' list and we made a special effort to get there.
During the visit I discoverd I'm not a thermal bath type-of-person! Lounging in the warm waters was strangely energy sapping. On coming out all I wanted to do was have a sleep! The jump from the hottest pool (40 degrees) to the cold plunge pool (13 degrees) was a jolt but the whole experience made me feel exhausted.
The Art Nouveau complex is a stunning cathedral to the practice of 'taking-the-waters' but is somewhat manicured and does not feel like a throw-back to the 1900's but rather a film set. I suspect the steam and moisture force a constant schedule of maintenace, thus robbing it of the stresses of age.
The exception were a number of the hot water sprouts which had calcified over many years of spewing mineraled water. The sculptured faces had unintended lamb-chop beards!
He started as a Silver medal winner in the 2007 Osaka world championships and then went on to make and break his own world records at the Olymics in 100m and 200m dash and 4x100 team sprint. He is known for the Lightening Bolt stance.
Size: 24 x 36 inches
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Art of the Real
~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.
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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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"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...
Merciful Father, please kiss her mind, to help her leave the jolts of the fog,
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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)
This bird flew right into my office window today. I thought she died, but noticed she was still breathing and nudged her with my finger and that jolted her to life a little bit more and she sat up and opened her eyes. I took some pictures because it's not everyday I get to be that close to a woodpecker, and then I left her be. I checked back a little while later and she was gone, so she must have flown off since we don't have any cats here. :)
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
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This activity, this morning (2/25) while I was trying to start the snowmobile in order to head for the river, got me a bit excited, but it subsided after about 15 minutes and remained configured as a diffuse and rather featureless band for the rest of this morning.
Follwing this, I spent a good hour on the river waiting for something to happen but the only excitement came from underfoot rather than overhead . . .
Several times last night a deep booming cracking, like subterranean cannon fire, rolled through the ice. Never having heard this exact phenomena before, the loud, earthquake like sound gave me quite a jolt ... The loud roar, like thunder, came rumbling from downriver and reverberated past me upriver, seemingly on the far side of the river.
The ice is solid, it's been staying cold enough, so it's unlikely there was any danger, but this could well be related to the reason I'm the only one driving on the ice around here ... Most people consider this area between the dams too risky .. I'm going for a walk down there now to see if I can note any changes in the ice condition ...
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I had about 30 minutes today to take my photo before I had to be in at work. I rode my bike to the woods and down to this stream, and as i was walking around, I found the jug that I'm holding, as well as a few other cool rusty things.
It really looks and feels like winter already. I feel like I totally missed Fall, which sucks because Fall is my favorite season. The hurricane didn't help either, blowing all the leaves off the trees.
Looks aight on black.
Deosai Plains.. Purely a Heaven. The best Photography experience so far in my life.. Few things to mention, traveling by road from islamabad to Skardu. the dead but Monster mountains, Curves, Height, People. everything was mind blowing.. and then the Deosai. Purely a Heaven. the sun beamed like a golden ball and the Dry grass colour transformed every minute with the change in light ... at times it seemed just like a carpeted brown Velvet spread all over the Plain, then the sky - Never experienced such clear Blue sky ever in my life with as pure as white cotton candy clouds...
Then the nights. no light as far you see. Only Dazzling stars making symmetrical network of diamonds all over your head. though the breeze was not that windy but cold enough to give a stir.
And then the FEAR.....sleeping in the open field Camp. the terror of Bear attack at night surely didn't let us sleep for two nights. what else to say...
i was lucky enough that Finally--- yes finally observed facing the Giant Bear especially having an eye to eye contact with the mother bear with dangerously close distance. Truly a heavy Jolt.
Will never forget this ultimate experience ever in my life. Photography is not a Habit its an Addiction. And im Badly Addicted to it. Simply Loved it.
I'm still needing a jolt of colour so here are some more tulips from my grocery to brighten your day:)