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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.
Amélie was rerooted by me. She's happy to spend time with her friend Candy Cutie Misaki.
Jewels by me
Following the end of the Cold War, Canada was left with a fleet of upgraded Leopard 1s, the Leopard C1 and C2. Though an excellent tank for its era of introduction, even late-life upgrades such as the MEXAS applique armor package and early-2000s fire control updates were not enough to compensate for a nearly 50 year old base design. When the Second Eastern European War broke out in 2016, the West was collectively jolted from the quarter-century of relative peace. Frightful losses in the first days of the NATO-led intervention spurred a rethink of 21st century stratagem. The primarily air and naval-based Songun Cold War could no longer take sole priority to coalition members, as ground supremacy, once assumed, could no longer be assured.
Canada was fortunate to have not been required to deploy its modest surviving C1 and C2 fleets into the fray; however, it was clear that the nation would need to fast-track procurement of a new MBT. Despite eyeballing ex-US M1 Abrams (being mothballed in favor of the new M6 Jackson series), Leopard 2s, and even the exotic Strv. 141, the decision was made to invest in a (largely) domestic solution. From a partnership between General Dynamics Land Systems-Canada and BAE Systems, the Timberwolf was born.
The base C3 variant, represented above with the “Arctic Wolf” moniker, is a broadly conventional 3rd generation Western MBT. The Timberwolf is crewed by three: a driver, commander, and gunner – a loader was contemplated but deleted owing to overall force size limitations and new, efficient autoloaders. The commander has access to a 3rd generation thermal viewer with 360 degree visibility; additionally, the German-manufactured remote weapons system also has a thermal viewer, granting the commander additional all-weather visibility. The vehicle’s command-and-control network is fully NATO-compatible, and allows for the near-instantaneous transmission or receiving of target data from almost any friendly asset, be it on land or in the area (barring jamming from systems like the M-103 Chislobog). This targeting acumen is perhaps the tank’s greatest asset, allowing it to engage its principal targets (opposing tanks) as soon as spotted. The vehicle sports a 130mm electro-thermal-chemical cannon capable of firing most NATO-standard ammunition, including programmable munitions and laser-guided ATGMs. Its base armor is of relatively standard composite composition on the glacis and critical areas and RHA steel elsewhere. It is neither the most, nor least, protected Western MBT, erring on the side of lighter weight and greater strategic mobility. Mobility is provided by a hybrid-electric powerpack, allowing efficient off-road cruising and short-duration “silent” movement.
The Timberwolf C3 was designed with cost and “scalability” in mind, hence, the lighter weight and relatively unsophisticated active and passive protection systems installed as standard. C3s on training in Canada (or abroad) are typically found in that configuration. However, Canada concurrently procured a smaller number of Passive/Active Armor, Wartime, Supplemental (PAAWS) survivability enhancement packages for use in-theater. PAAWS-equipped ‘Wolves have extra turret-mounted laser dazzlers and EW systems, as well as soft and hard-kill APS suites. Hull armor is increased via composite armor and ERA on the side skirts. PAAWS is very expensive to procure and makes the vehicle significantly heavier and bulkier. Therefore, is intended to be fitted to vehicles after arrival in-theater. While slowing the vehicle somewhat, the proliferation of advanced ATGMs and lethal JNA / SPA armor around the world has made it essential for the Timberwolf’s survival.
GLDS-C and BAE have heavily marketed the Timberwolf on the global arms market, and has found several interested parties. As of [date redacted], no orders have been firmed up.
Huge thanks to Evan for the photos and decals!
The Thought
It is said that coal and diamonds come from the same source - a genius is the same. Just like Carbon molecules - when bonded together in an organised manner; form a diamond - otherwise, plain black coal. A genius when groomed properly becomes Aristotle, Plato, Einstein - when not groomed becomes a Pakistani Youth - without an aim or objective in life.
The Shot
It was lighning since before sunset today, I was very unlucky in the first hour of my failed attempts. After sitting on the computer for a while, when I got outside, I just couldn't resist giving it another try - and got a 100% yield from my shots !
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Aperture: F5.6
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Focal Length: 17mm
Zuiko Digital 14-42mm F3.5-5.6
Explored - March 26, 2010 - #69
Rebel Spirit Amelie front and center wearing Electric Enthusiasm Dominique Jacket, skirt by DeAmMas
Group shots of my Amelie sculpts that I took before getting Zing!
Two with dark hair are Color Infusion Rebel Spirit Amelie (one on original body, one rebodied onto a NuFace “Light Honey” body formerly an Electric Enthusiasm Dominique.)
The blonde is ITBE Zing! Amelie (rebodied onto an FR “Sunkissed” tone, formerly French Kiss Vanessa)
Pairing from RPC Fantasy Jolt took forever to do he's the the soubi rpc I don't own the Zack rpc he was done and is owned by my sister^^
Drawn with a Platinum Preppy (Iroshizuku Take Sumi ink) and a TWSBI Mini AL (Diamine Golden Brown ink) on a white napkin
"Reverse!" Earley blared into the intercom.
Before Clarence could fire another round, the Pershing jolted backwards. Just as they started rolling backwards from their stationary position, a green lance exploded nto the dirt where they had just been. Clarence traversed the turret, smoking out gun positions. While he called for more white phosphorus rounds, Earley radioed for any tanks left standing to fire white phosphorus shells towards the gun positions.
A-Company layed low as American shells streaked above them. Buck looked up as the shelling stopped. The phosphorus clouds were shrinking. A runner zig-zagged to each platoon, the time for the assault had come. Lieutenant Boom shouted the command to charge. Doughs sprang up and bolted to the trench line. Buck reached the trench lines, throwing a grenade in the process. Twenty yards down the line, lay a gun pit filled with stunned Germans. The rest of A-Company joined the lone scout, disarming the frightened Germans.
A-Company had taken 173 prisoners, most of them were older men from the 12th Volksgrenadier Division. Buck was exhausted, but hustled with the rest of Squad 3/2 into the rest of Blatzheim, were cracks of gunfire could be heard.
The Pershings wheels rose and fell as it crossed over the trench line. Eagle 7 parked with 6 other Shermans on the edge of Blatzheim. Clarence stepped outside, stunned at the sight he saw on the Cologne plains. The four Shermans and lone Stuart sat like derelict ghosts. Other Shermans limped back to Golzhiem for repairs. Audiffred and Chuck had made it back to the village, both being treated for their wounds. Easy Company tankers came over to the Pershing, teasing them for being "too slow".
"I never saw any of you try to pass us," Clarence snarled. The other tankers left quietly.
Earley looked at his friend.
"From now on you fire when you want to, no more waiting on me," Earley said.
Clarence promised he wouldn't let him down. Now the ultimate goal was near. The "Fortress City" or "Queen City", was in the cross airs of the 3rd Armored Division. Cologne would be taken at all costs.
Old photos have a way of jolting my memory in ways that often surprise me. My short term memory isn't what it used to be. Yet often when I view archived photos, all sorts of long forgotten memories come roaring back. Obscure details of the event, place, or people resurface with astounding clarity. And they exist for no other reason than a photo was taken. Absent that, I would have absolutely no recollection of that particular day, place or time. It's one reason I'm reluctant to delete old photos, even after I feel I've harvested anything useful. Deleting the photo is equivalent to deleting the memory itself, of canceling out that moment. These memories are all so precious and irreplaceable. I feel a weird flash of anxiety every time I delete a digital file, even blurred shots and overexposures.
I came across this photo the other day and had that same visceral flashback to the day I took it. Abandoned farmhouse, freezing cold, tons of atmosphere, and filled with sadness. I worked the outside of the house at first, but eventually made my way indoors. Nothing really prepares your that moment. It's all pretty abstract outside, but entering a former living space can be a jarring experience. There's something about seeing someone's former home in a state of vulnerability. In this case, no windows and totally gutted. It felt so awfully cold inside these walls. Somehow colder and more hostile than it did outside in the wind and snow. This dark room offered only the illusion of shelter which was really little more than a pretense for an oppressive vault of old memories. I snapped a view interior shots, mostly driven by instinct rather than any sort of art form. Yet the pixels were cast so to speak and I'm glad now, both for the visit, and the resulting visual images. Funny it took two years to come to this realization. At the time the photo seemed like a throwaway. The house is gone now; demolished over a year ago. I think about it every time I drive by the property where it once stood. I still expect to see the house coming into view as I approach. It's a recurring disappointment to find only a patch of dirt marking the spot.
Sometimes when one is tired they should perhaps avoid cross-dressing as it inevitably drags your appearance down (excuse the pun). I found this picture today and the memory jolted through me like an electric shock. I was very tired and almost did not cross-dress but something made me go through with it. I think it was the fact I had shaved my legs the day before and I was about to head off on a long working assignment.
Despite looking tired and I am vain enough to admit far from my best, I recall the thrill of being outside in a skirt suit feeling the cool early autumn evening air caressing my legs, it felt amazing and I yearned for the freedom to appear as a woman every day and wear a skirt and high heels. Of course such yearnings do not reflect the reality of being a woman merely emulating and enjoying the some of the clothing styles they can choose to wear.
I was on my own the evening of this picture so I indulged myself in the fantasy that I was just home from the office and when I eventually went indoors I carried the fantasy further by kicking off my heels and curling up with my nylon clad smooth shaved legs crossed beneath me on a comfortable chair before slipping into something a bit sexier for the evening and adding more mascara and glossy lipstick.
It is more male fantasy than real woman but I did indulge in transvestism that evening so I cannot deny it no matter how embarrassing such a choice in the unseen sexier outfits is now. I recall later that evening I had glammed up somewhat and wearing a bathing costume and high heels!!! Not sure what was going on but it was all rather fabulous to indulge in. I do like a fun and adventurous aspect with my transvestism and despite my tiredness I did have a rather lovely time.
Nothing special about the character, just a scrapped moc.Already disassembled.
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Yikes, that mannequin gave me a jolt for a split second there! I was wondering why I had taken a photo of someone so close up :P
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Kmart, 1974-built (closed October 2017), Old Hickory Blvd. at Hwy 45 Bypass, Jackson TN
Rebel Spirit Amelie front and center wearing Electric Enthusiasm Dominique Jacket, skirt by DeAmMas
Left: Jolt! Amelie wearing French Kiss Vanessa fashion and Fashionable Violaine boots
Rebel Spirit on the right wearing Come Thru! Tulabelle jacket
Group shots of my Amelie sculpts that I took before getting Zing!
Two with dark hair are Color Infusion Rebel Spirit Amelie (one on original body, one rebodied onto a NuFace “Light Honey” body formerly an Electric Enthusiasm Dominique.)
The blonde is ITBE Zing! Amelie (rebodied onto an FR “Sunkissed” tone, formerly French Kiss Vanessa)
Kelly jolted from the mirror as one of the bunk doors suddenly slid open behind her. It was Ella. She was just beginning to shimmy out of her bottom bunk, before noticing Kelly and having a startle herself.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”
“Ah, I just came in. Early morning, you know. Just getting ready to settle down for a little bit.”
“Yeah, I had a late night too. Night classes and studying. Same as usual.” She shrugged with a laugh, “Now I’ve got another class to get to at noon.”
“You better hurry up then.” Kelly checked the time on her smart glove. “Its quarter to eleven right now.”
“Okay, mom!” She joked with a roll of her eyes.
Ella was one of the younger girls in their dorm. Twenty-one, if she remembered right. A cute little thing, though a bit too young for Kelly. She was a full-time student at CMLC. Mechatronics was her field of study. Kelly only remembered that because of its direct relation to robotics. Though Ella seemed less interested in Kelly’s line of work, and more in automation. There was still time to turn her toward the cult of proxy. They could certainly use more women in the Pittsburgh scene...
Kelly moved to the side to give Ella room to get ready. Kicking off her duty boots, she opened the sliding door panel to her own capsule bunk and nuzzled her way inside.
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Is anyone claustrophobic yet?
One thing I will say about this scene and the previous; I was trying to make the dorm look detailed and lived in, yet I still feel its lacking detail. Granted, how much can you really cram into a 6x9 room?
I'm both proud of the mirror effect, yet also feel like it just doesn't look right. On one hand it serves no (narrative) purpose, on the other hand "Oh, it immerses you into the scene!~"
The next part I am both looking forward to, and at the same time dreading.
If you fave, comment as well!
dress - Jolt Amelie
shoes - Monogram Extravagance
hat - You Sexy Thing Jasper
purse - Sweet Smell Of Success Veronique
Sometimes we need a jolt to life, to
Shed our skin of surety.
Sometimes we need a mooring place, to
weather subtle storms.
Sometimes we need a fertile day, to
Grow our grain of gratitude.
Sometimes we need a festive place to
Garland and commune.
And sometimes we need a magic night, to
Purge the puerile hours, to
Stand and bay, let echos sound, then
Prance our way to the moon.
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Locale: Veterans Park - Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA.
Sub-Locale: Standing in the "Kite Flyers Field" of Veterans Park, looking west, over the tops of the residential buildings along Prospect Ave.
Year & Season: 2019 ; Mid spring
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Rvw'd 190724
Kilifi (Kenya)
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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.
There once was a reindeer
named Dolt
who received a very stiff
jolt.
He said, "When the sad idea hits you
that the love you've lost fits you,
You're clobbered by this huge
lightning bolt."
Inspiration can be so hard to stimulate. It takes effort, it takes a certain frame of mind, and it takes persistence. Sometimes it needs a catalyst, something to jolt the grey matter and free up the boring predetermined path towards inevitability. Something to infiltrate your mind and help you see the world with a different set of ‘eyes’ and help weave a slightly different set of neural pathways. This can take the form of a piece of writing, a painting, or even a conversation, but one thing is for sure, the lack of inspiration, a blockage in stimuli, is one of the major factors that will dampen the spirits of the creative mind.
Please don’t assume that this arduous journey into the unknown will be a walk in the park, or that you will ever arrive at a destination. No for it to be worthwhile, the further you venture into this barren wilderness without a map or even a compass, the more lost you must become! So why bother? Why put yourself through this arduous emotionally charged journey?
Well paradoxically, the more work you invest in creative development, the more you face those egotistical creative defence mechanisms, the greater the rewards towards an enriched creative experience.
Anyway this is all very well, but how can we force that new direction. How can we break that photographers block! Well you might want to start with guidance, in the form of deeply considered and sensitively applied feedback. It can do wonders if intelligently administered, but best of all from somebody that knows how and when to offer it to you as an individual. All too often people only offer their particular views, just replicating what they would do. (“This is wrong, you want to do it like me” kind of rubbish). But feedback that is given that comes from somebody that has taken the time to understand your creative direction and merely taps into and confirms a pre-existing subconscious knowing, with the main objective of it is to sets your imagination into overdrive, then it’s working.
Anyway, there are many other ways to stimulate inspiration, and many of them will be different for each of us, but the key factor is to enjoy the journey, and what a complex, enjoyable journey it can be.
As always, if you fancy coming along on a workshop, I have some day courses in the north of England and a seascape weekend workshop with Antony Spencer coming up. See my profile for details if you’re interested...
Teresa & Nikki
[lost in a heavy sleep, Teresa is suddenly jolted awake by a blaring noise]
T. --- What? [she says awaking disheveled] Who's.... [her cell phone continues to ring] Hello?
N. --- Hey! Where are you?
T. --- Uh, at home.
N. --- It's like 12 o'clock noon. Were you still asleep?
T. --- WHAT! It's that late? I don't know what happened. I must have overslept.
N. --- Yeah, well I thought you were coming down to Sweetie's. Everyone's here but you. [she pauses] Are you still coming?
T. --- Ugh... Yeah, I guess. I just need some time to get dressed.
N. --- Ummkay, we'll be here.
T. --- Alright, bye.
[Teresa hangs up the phone then jumps in the shower]
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Part of F2K, Vol. 9
Jolt! Amelie on French Kiss Vanessa’s body and wearing her fashion. (Boots are Fashionable Violaine)
In early Spring, forsythia with many canes was a jolt of brilliant yellow on the top terrace. It leaned against the back, outer wall of the garage. My father had planted it when the house was built, the year I was born. It thrived, beyond his expectations. He planted many compact rose bushes on the other terraces going down to the backyard—all red, blooming thick and continuously all summer long. “Nothing too fancy,“ he shrugged.
He planted bearded irises against the stonewall next to the flagstone patio. When they were top heavy with blooms, the wall held them up. I think they were all purple with yellow beards. Maybe some were all white. My older sister Ruth, if she were still alive, might remember. As an adult, she became an avid gardener, too.
My father claimed his gardening success was the result of the fertilizer he used: fish meal. He brought it home by the tub-full from his university laboratory, where, as a biochemist, he was interested in protein sources. Each Spring, he spread the brown powder liberally on all the flowerbeds. There was one hitch: the backyard reeked of dead fish when it rained or was watered. Strangely, that never seemed to bother him. Many years later, I found out he lacked a sense of smell.
#inktober2025 Day 26
Another illustrated vignette from my 1950s girlhood in Manhattan, Kansas.
A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs, jolted by every pebble in the road.
(Henry Ward Beecher)
Spider webs can be beautiful but sometimes they can be creepy. Especially when you walk through one. What a jolt that can be!
Then the next thing that goes racing through your already frazzled brain is - WHERE IS THE SPIDER???
Really creepy stuff out there - so be careful when you go wandering about during the night. The thing that goes bump might be you!
Bwa Ha Ha! Happy Halloween!
Following the end of the Cold War, Canada was left with a fleet of upgraded Leopard 1s, the Leopard C1 and C2. Though an excellent tank for its era of introduction, even late-life upgrades such as the MEXAS applique armor package and early-2000s fire control updates were not enough to compensate for a nearly 50 year old base design. When the Second Eastern European War broke out in 2016, the West was collectively jolted from the quarter-century of relative peace. Frightful losses in the first days of the NATO-led intervention spurred a rethink of 21st century stratagem. The primarily air and naval-based Songun Cold War could no longer take sole priority to coalition members, as ground supremacy, once assumed, could no longer be assured.
Canada was fortunate to have not been required to deploy its modest surviving C1 and C2 fleets into the fray; however, it was clear that the nation would need to fast-track procurement of a new MBT. Despite eyeballing ex-US M1 Abrams (being mothballed in favor of the new M6 Jackson series), Leopard 2s, and even the exotic Strv. 141, the decision was made to invest in a (largely) domestic solution. From a partnership between General Dynamics Land Systems-Canada and BAE Systems, the Timberwolf was born.
The base C3 variant, represented above with the “Arctic Wolf” moniker, is a broadly conventional 3rd generation Western MBT. The Timberwolf is crewed by three: a driver, commander, and gunner – a loader was contemplated but deleted owing to overall force size limitations and new, efficient autoloaders. The commander has access to a 3rd generation thermal viewer with 360 degree visibility; additionally, the German-manufactured remote weapons system also has a thermal viewer, granting the commander additional all-weather visibility. The vehicle’s command-and-control network is fully NATO-compatible, and allows for the near-instantaneous transmission or receiving of target data from almost any friendly asset, be it on land or in the area (barring jamming from systems like the M-103 Chislobog). This targeting acumen is perhaps the tank’s greatest asset, allowing it to engage its principal targets (opposing tanks) as soon as spotted. The vehicle sports a 130mm electro-thermal-chemical cannon capable of firing most NATO-standard ammunition, including programmable munitions and laser-guided ATGMs. Its base armor is of relatively standard composite composition on the glacis and critical areas and RHA steel elsewhere. It is neither the most, nor least, protected Western MBT, erring on the side of lighter weight and greater strategic mobility. Mobility is provided by a hybrid-electric powerpack, allowing efficient off-road cruising and short-duration “silent” movement.
The Timberwolf C3 was designed with cost and “scalability” in mind, hence, the lighter weight and relatively unsophisticated active and passive protection systems installed as standard. C3s on training in Canada (or abroad) are typically found in that configuration. However, Canada concurrently procured a smaller number of Passive/Active Armor, Wartime, Supplemental (PAAWS) survivability enhancement packages for use in-theater. PAAWS-equipped ‘Wolves have extra turret-mounted laser dazzlers and EW systems, as well as soft and hard-kill APS suites. Hull armor is increased via composite armor and ERA on the side skirts. PAAWS is very expensive to procure and makes the vehicle significantly heavier and bulkier. Therefore, is intended to be fitted to vehicles after arrival in-theater. While slowing the vehicle somewhat, the proliferation of advanced ATGMs and lethal JNA / SPA armor around the world has made it essential for the Timberwolf’s survival.
GLDS-C and BAE have heavily marketed the Timberwolf on the global arms market, and has found several interested parties. As of [date redacted], no orders have been firmed up.
Huge thanks to Evan for the photos and decals!
{7:30 A.M.}
(Beep! Beep! Beep!)
My alarm causes me to jolt forward. I quickly tap the off button and rip the covers off of my body. I’ve never really been the type to hit the snooze button. Wastes too much time. I like to get a good jump on the day if I can help it.
“Up so early on a Saturday?” A voice behind me grouchily murmurs.
”Sorry, Linda, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Where you going?”
”Out for a run.”
(Ring! Ring! Ring!)
”Or not…” I grab my phone my dresser and quickly hit the green phone button to answer the call. ”Hello?”
“Wally, it’s Commissioner Bellows. I’d like to see you down at the precinct.”
”What’s going on?”
“Just hurry.” The Commissioner hangs up pretty quick as he finishes speaking.
”Well it looks like I’ll be going down to the station.”
“You don’t work on weekends though.”
”I know, that’s why I’ve got to go.”
It’s really discerning to hear that Bellows wants me down on the weekends. I’m not that important to operations there and there are plenty of other mechanics that normally work the weekends. Something must be up so I don’t bother taking the bus or even try to get my car to start. I’ve got no time.
Within seconds I find myself just a block away from the station and I begin running at a normal pace so as to not bring attention to myself. The Commissioner is outside the precinct, just waiting for my arrival.
”Commissioner, what was so important?”
“Wally, I found a note in my office this morning.”
”Secret admirer?”
“I wish… No this note was more on the opposite side of things.”
”Opposite how?”
“It was a death threat.”
”Don’t you get dozens of those a month? Why’s this one special?” I can tell by his hesitance to answer this question that he’s very shaken by this note. It must really be a bad note, one he’s seemingly only trusted me with. But why me? I’m just a mechanic to him, why does he want my help.
“It’s the hand writing.”
”Remind you of one from an old enemy?”
“An old friend.”
Huh?” He motions me into his office. As we both enter he locks the door behind him and shuts the blinds of the windows that face the rest of the office. As I sit down I unfold the note and look at the message it reads.
“Look familiar?” He asks as I read the few words.
It can’t be…