“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London
… Never mind the sad or even the bad weather
As my skin is certainly made of thick kind of leather
A few raindrops will not be able to do any harm
And not even, a small rain filled storm
Will be able to keep me away
From this eternal, London type of a sway
“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London in Monochrome
Rain, rain, rain
But that dreaded and endless rain
Running down the very drain
But, around in the City of London
Without the feeling of any kind of boredom
As there are too many things to see
My little face, has finally lit up with a glee…
“The old house painted in flashy colours, inviting to say the least, so let’s step inside and see, what the fuss is all about” Gun Roswell
The ol’yellow house
Step right in, it’s open house today, all of this gorgeous yellowness is on for display, take a good look all around too see what interesting things in the ol’ yellow house can be found. After all this an archaic house, filled with hidden traits, trinkets and such, just at the very reach for those whom carefully seek. So, don’t get so bleak, rather step through the door and see what the yellow house has in store for you this time around.
Take a chance while you can, as the ol’ yellow house, might just be but a dream, not really what it seems and do, gone before you realize, as you walk through that door and take a good long stroll around the whole thing, it may be round like a ring, or then square like the box in, well town’s square. But whatever you can imagine, it will be there waiting there for you and so, stay a while, to get that smile on your face, because the next thing which will happen is, that you will wake up and it’s all gone. No more yellow house as it was all a simple dream.
“Building something, brick by brick, well, isn’t that rather archaic? Or maybe not, who knows, just to what you feel is right, do it!” Gun Roswell
Brick by brick
Building something great and lasting, brick by brick, seeing the end result growing each time you lay another one on the top of the former, each time, the structure growing bigger, taller, wider and even stronger, is certainly something worthwhile. Something, which upon completion, is much more worth than a single smile. Well, at first, it might be that, then small celebration, of the arduous and long lasting job finished, and what was there accomplished. Maybe a wall of sorts, a fence around the house, to be safe? Maybe even the house itself? Some stairs to take you up and down wherever you were going? Or a small grill on the outside, in the garden to make something to eat. Whatever it is you will want to speak of it, to be proud of it as building something with your own hands, something which may or may not last, it is still quite the feat, even if a tiny cheat, while luring your neighbours and friends to aid in the process. But no matter how it got there, it will be for a while, and for all to admire, all them bricks on top of bricks.
“The seat in the cafe outside in the sunshine is begging just to be sat down on” Gun Roswell
The seat in the cafe outside
The sun shining, at least for a while, as the rain season, is now. The side street cafes are finally open again, after a while of slumber, now broken. The people coming out, from the darkened rooms, smiling again, as the rain, has past and even if the shining sun is not there to last, they will survive the coming darkness, with this small piece of light. Some of them heading for the cafes, making their picks randomly, without a rush or hesitation, walking slowly out of pleasure of just being outside, in the open wide.
The smallest cafe of them all, with only a few stalls, a table here and there, with a chair of two, and almost hidden from the main view. But those who dare to wonder, a tad longer, will find the most inviting seats of them all, in this small house of coffee, or tea or whatever else the pleasure might just be. The point not being the beverage or the name of the place, rather that in this small house, the patrons, can a few more moments than usual stay, without rush and hurry, but simply in the moment gently sway and then when it’s time to go, that too will happen quite slow.
”The cats like to destroy things, at least those that are on their way, when they over the tabletops stray, or at least asin their opinion, redecorating” Gun Roswell
The cat and the selfie snap
The cats are cool with most things, and posing for pictures is certainly their thing, as natural are they, with a swagger and then the pose, at the moment of their choice, they will make the perfect models and then it’s full throttle so better keep that camera shutter clicking, and those flashlights flickering as the cat once started to pose, ain’t gonna stop until something completely different, catches its attention in most likely an instance. So, better keep on clicking away, and get those pictures without delay, and onto that social media account them display as many likes they are likely to repay. Both of you happy from the opportunity of a photo shoot as the loot, for the cat should be, some nam-names as a treat. One thing is for sure, that if the cat itself could, control a device such as a phone, they would be most likely snapping selfies each and ever day. Causing scenes wherever they go and then snapping those proud duckface selfies all along the way.
“There is a lot of activity up them tall hills, be that from this planet here or maybe from somewhere else, who knows, but still quite interested in finding that out am I, so guess, it’s time to fly or hike, up that slippery slope of a hill” Gun Roswell
Sighting Hill
The hill up ahead, strong and bold, standing tall, right there in front of us, weary travellers, watching in awe as the stories told, coming alive right in front of us. The tales of myths recited of others coming to this place, some of them like us, some more exotic and from far away places. But whatever the case or rather the truth behind all the colourful tales told, most of us here now standing below, were already sold at well, at “this is an odd tale” kind of a pitch. So, taking a hike towards this gorgeous rock we, the adventurers never intend to stop, until reaching that very top and finding out for our very selves, whether these storied told are as true as those who did the sales. Soon enough, climbing up the very rocky face of the tall, tall hill, trying to reach the perfect spot to observe and take in, all the sights below and those, shown also from above, the skies, the space and all of it out there, which ever way eyes can see and ears can hear, all of it in front of us and then, maybe, if we are lucky, we will get to meet those other travellers, from the very beyond, and exchange stories of the Sighting Hill.
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First you’re up then you’re down” Gun Roswell
An uphill battle this is!
Up the steep hill struggling
My feet sliding on the slippery stones
Trying hard not to fall
Ancient ruins beckoning to be
Checked, have to reach the top or
It is a total flop
Breathing is heavy, so loud
The local fauna wondered what the hell
Is this ruckus all about
They all gathered to stare
As further up I climbed the stairs
Until finally I was there
“Under the shade giving parasol, situated on a beach, is, where I totally like to sit” Gun Roswell
The Shade and the Beach
On a lazy day in the middle of the hazy season
I cannot find any one simple and totally good reason
For staying away from the tempting summer’s beach
Even if, someone, just might call me, a royal leach
As I am headed towards that sandy haven
I listen to the other people and their constant craving
Of taking some desperately needed and deserved, time off
But I filter it all out, because I’ve decided, to differ from the lot
Reaching the designated place, with my trusted parasol I stay
Under it because the sunlight might be burning fate
Seated comfortably with enough food and drinks
And some good reading my teeth into I can sink
I am finally out and totally day off kind of proud
To be resting on the soft sandy beach without noises loud
My mobile phone turned off and I am officially out of reach
Because today is that kind of a day at the beach
Under the shade, of course
The shade on this great beach
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