My third reminder for readers — if they are so inclined and have not already done so — to vote. In this case, vote for one of the Christmas Short Story Challenge submissions. The poll is at the end of that post and we hope to surpass the ten total votes we had for the previous challenge.
Continuing where the last post left off, here are more photos from September of this year when I watched clouds morph into interesting patterns as a front passed over the area.
The previous photos faced West, the direction the clouds were coming from. These photos transition from South to East as the front passed overhead and the clouds behind the leading edge were smoother and more uniform, and thus less interesting.
I’m trying to promote Flickr so yes, there is a Flickr album HERE with the previous post’s photos and these photos in it. Be aware they are the same size as the photos in this post.
I would normally add witty and clever words to go with these photos — or what passes for wit and cleverness around these forsaken parts — but I’m a bit pressed for time. I know, I know . . . I’m retired; what possible time constraints could I face.
Only retired people will understand the following: once you retire, time plays a cruel trick on you. Whereas once you could hold down a full-time job, indulge in a couple of hobbies, taking care of chores around the house, shop, sleep, and all the other trappings of modern life, and do it all in the 24 hours given us each day, that ends once you stop working.
Time compresses, you see. An hour seems to pass in the span of 10 minutes, and days fly by so fast that you’re never quite sure if you’ve actually skipped a few each week.
A cruel trick, time plays on you. The grandiose plans for projects, travel, leisure, all go out the window (tempus fugit, you see — probably through the same window).
But, enough of my lamenting. Besides, them who are retired know what I speak of. The others don’t believe me . . . oh, but they will, they will!
They won’t have the time to remember and reflect on the wisdom of my words, so they should do it now, while, you know, they have the time.
Redundant, but here’s the gallery of the above photos for them who prefer this format:
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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