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@Swede1952@universeodon.com · Apr 17, 2026
Good morning. 🌊🌊🌊 17 April 2026 At home, I dress ultra‑casually — gym shorts and a T‑shirt, or, if it’s cooler, old worn‑out jeans with holes and a wrinkled tee. I don’t usually go out in public like that. When I leave the house, I put on clean, ironed clothes. Yes, yes, I know: irons are so 20th century. Be that as it may — and I love saying that because it sounds vaguely gangstery — I go out in public cleaned up and pressed. Still casual, but put together. It’s not what I see when I travel out among the English. (And for the record, “out among the English” is borrowed from the 1985 film Witness, where Harrison Ford plays a detective hiding in an Amish community. An Amish traveler heading to New York is warned, “Be careful out there among the English.” If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth watching.) Anyway, when I’m out in public, I often see people dressed in ways that would make me hesitate to step into my own front yard. I’m not criticizing — just observing. In a way, I find it fascinating, maybe even anthropological. Though to be fair, I only ever took the intro course in anthropology back in college. What I’ve come to realize is that everyone’s “normal” isn’t the same. People — even here in Louisiana — live in slightly different subcultures where they fit perfectly and feel not the slightest bit out of place anywhere, they go. And to be sure, I haven’t always been so self‑conscious myself. I’ve gone out in dirty, ripped gym shorts and a sleeveless tee, proudly showing off muscles I didn’t actually have. From whence I come. “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” — Oscar Wilde “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” — Charles Addams “Anthropology demands the open‑mindedness with which one must look and listen.” — Margaret Mead #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #morning #cloths #anthropolgy #normal
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@Swede1952@universeodon.com · Apr 03, 2026
Good morning. 🌓🌔🌕 3 April 2026 I’m sitting here watching my cursor blink while I sip my coffee. Well—I was—before deciding to type something, anything, just to get the morning moving. Every time I pause, the cursor starts blinking again, as if nudging me to keep going. The coffee is unusually good today. I finally worked my way through the ten pounds of pre‑ground coffee I accidentally ordered a while back. You might remember me mentioning that, if you’ve been subjected to the morning minutiae I tend to spill onto the page. So this morning I had relatively fresh, French‑roasted whole beans to run through the grinder. I should probably order more right away rather than risk waking up one morning with no coffee. The horror 😱. Yes, I’m a practicing coffee snob—or at least I try to be. I have to admit I’m not a very accomplished one. If coffee snobs had belts, I’d probably be a green belt. Maybe even white. After all, I buy affordable beans and use a drip coffee maker. A black belt would be brewing Jamaican Blue Mountain at a hundred bucks a pound and probably using a French press with a sense of ceremony. I’m over here in the five‑to‑seven‑dollar range. Did you know there are coffee beans that cost over a thousand dollars per pound? Ospina Dynasty runs about $1,540 per pound. I only know that because I looked it up. I can’t imagine anyone paying that much for beans of any kind—except maybe Jack. What a poor example of a coffee snob I must be. And there it is again: the blinking cursor. “What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup.” — Henry Rollins “You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” — Jack London “I’m not a snob. Ask anybody. Well… anybody who matters.” — Simon Le Bon photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #fullmoon #morning #coffee
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@Swede1952@universeodon.com · Apr 01, 2026
Good morning. 🪿🪿🪿 1 April 2026 I just checked — the Moon launch is still a go for this evening, and fueling has already begun. Yes, it does happen to fall on April Fools’ Day, but despite the timing, it’s very much a real event. Sending four astronauts around the Moon is a mighty endeavor. We’ve done it before, but not in decades, and I’m wishing them a safe and steady journey. Speaking of the Moon… do you remember when Louis Armstrong stepped onto the lunar surface in 1969? Me neither. That’s my April Fools’ joke for the day. I’m fully aware it was Neil Armstrong, with his famous words: “That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.” Louis would’ve played a trumpet, though the physics of playing one on the Moon might make that a little tricky. Now I’m just jabbering. I did once see John Glenn, who in 1962 became the first American to orbit the Earth. It was most likely in 1963, when he visited the Navy base in Yokosuka, Japan, and spoke to a joint gathering of the Boy Scout troop and the Cub Scout pack. That memory has stayed with me. The first American launched into space was Alan Shepard, who rode Freedom 7 up and back down in 1961. A detail many people miss is that Shepard later commanded Apollo 14 in 1971 and became the fifth person to walk on the Moon. He even took the time to hit two golf balls on the lunar surface — which is pretty impressive, considering I have trouble hitting them on Earth. And I suppose I could’ve worked in something about Dax Shepard and Scott Glenn — two non‑astronauts who still have space‑related claims to fame. Scott Glenn played Alan Shepard in The Right Stuff, and Dax Shepard played “The Astronaut” in the 2005 film Zathura: A Space Adventure. Close enough for Hollywood. “For all we know, the Earth may be nothing more than an ant’s nest compared to the universe.” - Neil deGrasse Tyson “Humor is the affectionate communication of insight.” - Leo Rosten #photo #photography #nature #birds #morning #space
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@Swede1952@universeodon.com · Mar 28, 2026
Good morning. 🪿🪿🦢 28 March 2026 I’m just easing into the morning with my first cup of coffee. I can always tell when I’m taking too long to gather my thoughts—my coffee starts to cool before I’ve said anything worth saying. Last night I finished Blue Moon by Lee Child, a Jack Reacher novel from one of my favorite series. I have most of the books on audio, and for years they were narrated by Dick Hill, who passed away a couple of years ago. Over time, Hill’s voice became Jack Reacher for me, and while I was reading this one, I kept trying to hear that familiar “Reacher voice” in my head. Scott Brick—one of my favorite audiobook narrators—has taken over since Hill’s passing, but after so many years of Hill’s Reacher, it’s just not quite the same. Since I don’t drive as much anymore, I decided to order a hardback of a recent Reacher book. That plan didn’t go quite the way I expected, because it turns out I’d already read—or listened to—Blue Moon. I’m not sure why the title didn’t ring a bell when I ordered it. Still, it worked out. I didn’t remember most of the details, and I always feel like you catch more of the story when you read it yourself. I enjoyed the book, but next time I’ll do a better job checking which ones I already own. The story pits Reacher against two rival organized‑crime groups in a city he just happens to wander into. As for who wins—well, if you know Jack Reacher, those guys were doomed the moment they crossed him. Blue Moon is the 25th Reacher novel. If you’re curious about where it all begins, the first book is The Killing Floor. “Get your retaliation in first” - Jack Reacher “You can’t reason with a bully. You stop him.” - Jack Reacher "Reacher said nothing." - Lee Child #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #BlackBelliedWhistlerDucks #greategret #morning #book #reading #JackReacher #LeeChild
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@jimmyb@selfhosted.cafe · Mar 28, 2026
Playing a little #DarkestHour to get me out of bed this morning. #music #hardcore #morning #weekend https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-human-romance-bonus-track-edition/415930776
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@breathing@indieauthors.social · Mar 28, 2026
sitting in the dark as the sun rises Sensitive
I sit awake. The birds are calling, but not to me. I languish in the glow of blue. The keys clack. The sun peeks below shuttered eyes outside. Sleep is an unlikely relief. My pulse flows Like honey through my chest, my arms. I arch over my luminous addiction. The birds call. The glow is cold, conniving, indiscriminate. Shuttered eyes obscure warmth. I sit awake. The sun flows like honey through my aluminum cracks. My eyes shutter at the thought. The glow shuts. The eyes close, rattling, metallic, familiar. Obscured sunlight, a reminder that it's another day. I lie awake. #poem #morning #goodnight
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Mar 02, 2026
Good morning. ⛹️‍♀️🏀🍿 2 March 2026 I’ve been off the net for a couple of days. My wife and I drove up to Monticello, Arkansas, to watch our granddaughter play basketball. She’s with the Ouachita Baptist University Tigers, and they were up against the University of Arkansas at Monticello Cotton Blossoms. It was a good game—tight enough to stay interesting—and the Tigers pulled out the win, which means they’re headed to the upcoming tournament. The best part was the time with my daughter and granddaughter. My hearing isn’t what it used to be, and the mix of crowd noise, the band, and the cheer squad made conversation nearly impossible. When all that sound hits at once, my brain works overtime trying to sort it out, and it gets close to overwhelming. Still, just sitting with them made the whole trip worthwhile. In a few minutes I need to check on Charlie. He’s in the slammer, and I need to get over there to bail him out when they open this morning. I think they open at 0730, so I’ll call to see if he’s ready. They have to trim his nails and give him a bath before I pick him up, so it’s always smart to check ahead. If you don’t already know, Charlie is my dog—a border collie—and I call the veterinarian’s office “the slammer” when I board him there. Just a little dysphemism to keep things light “Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything.” — Gordon Hempton “A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.” — Roald Dahl “Basketball Rule #1: In this game of life your family is the court and the ball is your heart.” — Kwame Alexander #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #basketball #family #dogs #noise
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Feb 27, 2026
Good morning. 🌊🌊🌊 27 February 2026 When I was a kid in school, I used to paint pictures of the ocean. I loved shaping the waves and their whitecaps, and for a kid who hadn’t even hit double digits, I wasn’t half bad. I’d slip into the zone—so focused that the rest of the world fell away and the work just flowed. Painting isn’t a skill I’ve carried into adulthood, but that feeling of dropping into the zone still shows up now and then, even if it’s rarer than it used to be. You probably know the feeling. When you’re creating something and the knowledge, the muscle memory, the instincts—they’re all right there, lining up without effort. You’re on a roll, and you know it. Maybe it’s biorhythms, maybe it’s something else. Science mostly shrugs at the idea of biorhythms, but the truth is we all have days when everything clicks and days when we can’t seem to do anything right. Most of life happens somewhere in between. I’m not sure where I’m going with this—must be one of those in‑between days. Maybe the best way to explain “the zone” is through running. At the start you feel clumsy, every step a bit of work. But as you settle in, your focus narrows, distractions fall away, and the movement smooths out. The effort becomes its own reward. Runners call it being in the zone, or runner’s high. It makes me wonder if that state has something to do with the body’s own chemistry—dopamine, serotonin, the neurotransmitters that shape motivation, reward, and mood. There’s probably something there. I’ll have to think on it a bit more. “Attention is the beginning of devotion.” - Mary Oliver “The mind’s first step to self-awareness must be through the body.” - George Sheehan “It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste much of it.” - Seneca #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #thezone #runnershigh #landscape #seascape #ocean #waves
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@Sapphire_neo@mastodon.com.pl · Feb 27, 2026
君の名は？　Як тебе звати? 春の日だった、庭に綺麗な花が咲いた朝。 Того дня небо було яскраво-блакитним. https://note.com/poison_raika/n/n440f915171c7 <> #spring #morning #beautiful #flower #bloomed #garden #eyes #corner #soft #star #eflect #like #drawn #breeze #sky #clear #blue #fragile #touch #would #break #track #dream #reality #alive #dead #heaven #earth #curse #magic #slipped
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Feb 23, 2026
Good morning. 😴🥱☕ 23 February 2026 The temperature this morning is reminding us that winter isn’t quite done with us yet. The sun is out, the trees are starting to sprout leaves, and the birds are singing, but Charlie and I aren’t exactly outside dancing and belting out The Sound of Music. Charlie would be fine with that, but for now I’d rather stay inside where it’s warm. Maybe we’ll head out later, once things warm up a bit. I suppose I could just dress warmly and go for a walk, but the weather is right at that tricky point where it’s hard to guess the right number of layers. Too many, and I’m stuck walking a mile feeling overheated; too few, and I’m chilled the whole way. The sweet spot is when I start out cold and warm into it as I go—but then the outside temperature rises during the walk, throwing the whole calculation off. There must be a formula for getting it just right. That’s my problem alone, though. Charlie just steps outside exactly as he is, no matter the weather, like it doesn’t bother him at all. I know he notices temperature, though. In the evenings he always finds the perfect spot in the house—sometimes tucked behind my wife’s chair, sometimes in the foyer, sometimes on the couch in the family room. I rarely ever find him in his actual bed. He moves around during the night, I think, but when I open the bedroom door in the morning, he’s right there waiting for me. “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” - Annie Dillard “Walking is how the body measures itself against the earth.” - Rebecca Solnit “Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” - Roger Caras “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - Mary Oliver #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #weather #temperature #dogs
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Feb 21, 2026
Good morning. 🌷🌷🌷 21 February 2026 Yesterday morning, when I looked outside, the post in the center of the yard—the one topped with the bird feeder—was lying on the ground. It must have gone over during the night. That redwood post had stood its ground for a little over twenty years, but eventually the moisture won. What finally pushed it past the tipping point? Hard to say. Maybe wind. Maybe squirrels. Maybe a raccoon making its rounds. I lean toward raccoon, because the overnight seed‑depletion rate has been higher than usual. Either way, the day announced itself. I knew what needed doing. I grabbed my shovel and post‑hole digger and re‑excavated the hole, going down about twenty‑four inches. Then I broke for lunch. While eating, I opened the Lowe’s app and ordered a pressure‑treated, ground‑contact 4x4x6 for curbside pickup, then waited for the “ready” text. After lunch, Charlie and I hopped in the truck, drove to Lowe’s, and picked it up. An associate brought it out and set it in the bed for me. Back home, I set the new post in the ground and packed in enough dirt to hold it upright while I leveled it. I had to remove the mounting crosspiece from the old post—held on with two 16‑penny nails. Fortunately, I managed to salvage one of them after pulling off the head piece, and that was enough to secure the crosspiece to the new 4x4. It already fit snugly, so one nail would do. After that, it was just a matter of screwing the feeder back onto the mount, and just like that, we were back in business. I re‑leveled the post, poured about ten pounds of cement into the hole, watered it in, added more dirt, and called it done. “Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.” - “Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.” “I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world.” - E.B. White #photo #photography #photographer #wildlife #nature #morning #flower
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Feb 19, 2026
Good morning. ☕☕☕ 19 February 2026 The grandfather clock has just announced that it’s nine o’clock. You know, I’ve gone more than seven decades saying “o’clock” without ever stopping to think about what it literally meant. I finally looked it up: it’s shorthand for “of the clock.” You’d think I would have known that, but I honestly didn’t. Nobody ever says, “It’s nine of the clock,” do they? I don’t recall a teacher—or anyone else—ever explaining it. It was just one of those things you absorbed: you picked the hour, like nine, and added “o’clock” to signal that you were talking about time. There are things I don’t remember learning, and others I remember clearly. One of my earliest memories is of a small chalkboard I had as a child. I would pretend to write the way I saw my parents do. Only scribbles came out, of course, but maybe that was the beginning. Maybe I sensed that their marks carried meaning, or maybe I didn’t, but I imitated them all the same. That memory is vague but still there. I must have been younger than five but older than two—so probably three or four. Somewhere along the way I picked up some rudimentary math skills too. God bless the teachers. I have three granddaughters who all want careers in education. One is already a college counselor, and the other two are in college, each preparing to teach grade school. What would we do without teachers. “We learn by example and by direct experience because there are real limits to the adequacy of verbal instruction.” — Malcolm Gladwell “A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.” — Henry Adams “The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #time #teachers #plants #flowers #daffodil #lily
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@hodomania_simpson@indieauthors.social · Feb 13, 2026
Too pretty. Is that possible? #flower #spring #morning #nature #photography #macro
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Feb 11, 2026
Good morning. 🥬🥬🥬 11 February 2026 Money is a strange invention when you stop and think about it. We trade real things—our time, our labor, our needs—for little pieces of paper that we can then trade for something else. And these days, we don’t even touch the paper. Instead, we’re given digital credits in accounts held by financial institutions that promise to hand over the paper if we ever ask for it. Most of the time, though, we just swipe a little plastic card and the value moves from one place to another. I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this, except to say that most transactions now happen electronically. Maybe I’ve wandered into a subject that’s a bit bigger than I intended. I can still remember the first ATM I ever used. Early ’80s, Las Cruces, New Mexico. Before that, if I wanted cash, I had to walk into the bank and write a check, or buy something with a check and write it for twenty dollars over—back when that was common. I think it still happens, but you don’t see many people writing checks in the supermarket anymore. What really amazed me came around the turn of the century. My wife and I had just returned to the States after three years in Germany, and suddenly people were paying for gas right at the pump with credit cards. I thought that was wonderful. No more going inside, no more prepaying—which always annoyed me. You just slip in your card, pump your gas, and drive away. I’m out of room now, but I was starting to think about the full‑service stations of years past. Another time, maybe. “Money is a strange business. People who haven’t got it, worry about it. And people who have, are full of worries too.” — Alec Guinness “We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.” — Marshall McLuhan “You never step in the same river twice.” — Heraclitus #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #plant #elephantear #technology #money
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@Swede1952__dup_32400@universeodon.com · Jan 30, 2026
Good morning. 🌼🌼🌼 30 January 2026 I want to go walking this morning, but I also want to stay warm. It’s definitely not casual‑walking weather. And here I am, talking about the weather again. I’d rather talk about anything except the news, which is distressing and depressing, though I suppose the weather technically counts as news. These days I can get everything I need by glancing at the bottom corner of my computer screen or checking my phone. It makes me wonder how we kept up with the weather in the before‑time, before all the gadgets we take for granted now. I spent most of those years in the Army, so half the time I was already outside in it. Otherwise, you looked out the window. If you wanted more detail, you waited for the newspaper, the radio, or the evening TV report. The military had its own weather people, of course, but the simplest thing was to pick up the daily paper. For me, overseas, that meant the Stars and Stripes. I grabbed a copy every morning, if for no other reason than to read the latest Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson. Those strips were often the most profound thing I’d see all day. As for the weather, I’d glance at it, but it didn’t matter much. The weather was going to do whatever it wanted, whether I knew about it or not, and I was going to be wherever the Army needed me, doing whatever needed doing. That’s the way it is in uniform—sometimes you’re just wet and cold. “There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.” — John Ruskin “Technology is a useful servant but a dangerous master.” — Christian Lous Lange “It’s not denial. I’m just selective about the reality I accept.” — Bill Watterson #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #plants #flowers #morning #daisies #weather #army #CalvinandHobbes #stars_and_stripes
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@grickle@mstdn.social · Jan 28, 2026
Nothing going well. #grickledoodle #dragon #fantasy #badday #knight #coffee #morning #cartoon #art #drawing #funny
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