Good morning. 😴⏰☕5 November 2025IWoke up this morning thinking I was late again. The clock on my side table read just past 07:30, so I sprang into motion. But when I stepped into the rest of the house, I realized it was actually an hour earlier. Same thing happened yesterday. I’ll have to look into that today.I’ve got one of those little atomic clocks on the side table—supposed to adjust automatically for daylight saving time. But it didn’t. You’d think a clock with a miniature nuclear reactor inside would be more sophisticated. Just kidding, of course. I know it’s not splitting atoms—it just receives periodic updates from a national atomic time source. No fusion involved, just a quiet handshake with Colorado.Anyway, I stumbled out of bed and opened the back door for Charlie. That’s when I heard the beep-beep-beep of the house alarm. I half ran, half stumbled to the control panel and punched in my secret code. Then I fed Charlie, and only afterward did I realize I’d fed him a full hour early—thanks to the side table clock’s temporal betrayal.It was time for coffee. I set it up, waited patiently, and when I poured what should’ve been my first cup, it was nothing but hot water. If you’ve ever done that, you know the particular letdown of that moment. Turns out I ground the beans, added water, placed the filter—but forgot to put the grounds into the basket.C’est la vie.“We are hardly ever grateful for a fine clock when it goes right, and we pay attention only when it falters.” — Lord Chesterfield“The morning is good. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.” — Glen Cook“That’s something that annoys the hell out of me—I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.” — J.D. Salinger#photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #tree #selectivecolor #clock #coffee #alarm

"A single Chinese tallow tree stands like a sovereign witness in the foreground, its leaves ablaze in a brilliant, almost defiant red—each one a tiny flame against the muted hush of the surrounding woods. The tree’s bark is pale, nearly white, like a ceremonial robe, accentuating the fiery foliage above. Behind it, a backdrop of darker trees recedes into shadow, their leaves dulled by the season or perhaps by the image’s artistic restraint. The sky overhead is cloudy, soft gray, offering no sunlight but allowing the red to burn brighter in contrast. The photograph is edited with reverent precision: the red leaves are the only color permitted to speak, while the rest of the scene is cloaked in grayscale silence. The effect is mythic—like a lone ember of autumn refusing to be extinguished. In the top left corner, the image bears the signature “© Swede’s Photographs,” a quiet nod to the artist’s hand.

This tree does not merely stand—it declares. It is a sovereign act of seasonal defiance, a ceremonial blaze in a forest of quiet retreat." - Microsoft Copilot
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[–] 1 point 1 year ago (1 child)

@Swede1952 I can relate 😂

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