Light and shadow and a few monuments too

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“There is light and there is darkness and in between them, a shadow lies“ Gun Roswell

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

The all human made monuments, standing tall, without any kind of torment
Not just in the brightest of day lights but also in the dankest of nights
But sometimes there are shadows in that specific area all in the grey light
And inside there those supposed inanimate objects of art will come to life
During a time when no one is watching, the monuments are totally glowing
With different kinds of bright, filling their shadowy void with so many lights
But this sight is not for mere mortals to see, but a special occasion indeed
Still, if you happen to be lucky enough and happen to stumble upon such
Then a privilege as such this is for you, as being one of the chosen few
To be able to see the enchanted dance, which has been going on since ancient past
And will only last for mere moments, in their shadowy hideout, ending without
A doubt in a great bang, which songs of the old minstrels sang, and dang
If you the wholesome spectacle did miss, but hey, no need to get pissed
As maybe one day you too, will find that shadowy tune, and then sparkle with
All that powerful and overwhelming colourful light, just between darkness and the light

Land ahoy or setting sail again

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“The ship ashore, can be such a bore, so better set sail out there again and some time on the waters spend” Gun Roswell 

Land ahoy or setting sail again

The old ship anchored by the shore, forgotten because it was slow and people on board got bored, as the traveling speed was too slow, for those who just wanted to really fast go

But there are those of us, preferring the calm and non fuss, hoping life to live without too much happening and then gently floating along the stream, without nothing too extreme happening.

So, perhaps this neglected vessel might just be the one thing we are looking for, stranded, by the seashore, but still worthy of a fight, and getting out there on the waves sometimes loud.

Without further doubt or thought, getting onboard, the creaking wooden planks playing their musical sounds, as the few of us enter the ship, ready for a fantastic trip.

As soon as the checks are done, sails hoisted and clearing all moorings before embarking to the high seas, as this is exactly the kind of style and pace we all seek, nothing to stop the old gal from beginning the short trip, because this is one fine albeit retro seaworthy ship.

Fly to the monochromatic grey

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“There is nothing to it, just flap your wings and fly away, at least, that is how it was to me explained, but haven’t tried it yet thought, maybe I should? After all, it could actually work, even with my stubby wings on my old back?” Gun Roswell 

Fly to the monochromatic grey

Taking flight in the middle of the night, flying ever so high by simply, or rather not simply, flapping the wings of might, as there is nothing quite so daring, as trying and exceeding mind over gravity, as the pull is no longer winning, and the earth, stopped all spinning, as the sensations of floating freely up against the tall of the very skies is the only thing making the flyers heart roar and sing, as it is indeed a thing, when finally in flight, in the might of the grey coloured skies.

But that of course, could only be in fantasy as the birds and bees are the only ones capable of such a great feat, and so, even if only in the fantasy for the non winged ones, left here on the ground and can now only in envy watching those capable to rise above the clouds, disappearing into the shroud of the grey covering it all, and they will never fall as the winds will carry them to wherever they need to go, but those of us with clipped wings can still bring joy out of seeing them up there fly, and in our secret dreams, we can too.

Bricked walls keeping us safe

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“The walls are supposed to keep us all safe, but they can also divide us from the rest of the world, at least, so I have heard, perhaps it’s not so bad after all?“ Gun Roswell

Bricked walls keeping us safe

The ancient stones, dug from deep within the earth, just because, those builders from the past, knew well, that those stones, would so totally last. Erecting the walls of old school structures, making them safe and sound, without any interruptions, and now, even if those stone cutters are long gone, those stones or rather bricks they laid are still standing strong. And there is really nothing wrong, in wanting a monument left behind you, whether that be a statue, a thought or a even building, something of a reminder, of those people who dwelled in those structures, can still be seen inside the heavy built walls, or at least the spirit of them, lingering on, the good kind, or perhaps even haunted ones, still, it does not matter as even today, the people living inside of the walls are feeling safe from the outside dangers lurking, even if they might simply be the imaginary kind, but hey, staying inside, is also fine, especially, when living in history itself, what better place is there really to dwell in, than a bricked laid wall, never failing.

The cold hand of winter

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“The winter is the cruelest season of them all, at least, that is the way it was described before” Gun Roswell

The cold hand of winter

Everything deeply buried in the cold air and frozen snow and ice, which admittedly looks very nice, when not having to shovel the stuff or slip and break something off. But, the snow and ice is also a cover, a sort of a shelter against the cold weather, especially for the nature and the delicate seeds and those animals whom are deeply in their winter sleep. So, before going off and scolding all that snow and ice, which mostly, is not that nice for the human dweller, there is something good about this season as well, like the protectiveness to nature it gives. But also the pretty and gorgeous vistas of the snowy fields and forests, the statuesque contracts when a snow storm has passed and left behind all kinds of things looking artsy and nice. And of course, for those appreciating the ever changes scenery, us, the card carrying photo snappers never weary of getting ourselves out here and taking the perfect pic, this winter’s season will give a lot of slack, and you don’t even have to walk far, as it’s all there, even on the back yard. But, it’s pretty cold outside, most of the time in winter, so dress up warm to avoid the cold hand, of the dreary winter.

Blue in the Winter

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“There is always time for some blues in the midst of a crispy white winter” Gun Roswell

Blue in the Winter

Snowy and icy, sometimes even spicy, the winter scene before me, with all the monochromic colours of white and grey, but not today, as today, I am feeling the blues, especially, when the moment arises just before the darkness is upon. No matter whether it is the songs I am singing or the colour descending upon the land, it is a true blue hue of the moment, which captures the heart of the winter, not the calm and cold and crispy whites, which are the dominant ones for most of the winters time. And so today, celebrating this calming phenomena right there out on display over the sea and land, the magnificence of this state more than any one single person can stand, the totally painted skyline in blue, as is the colour of the snow and the trees, right there visible for anyone wanting to see, the blues in the winter, have arrived once again. And so, here is sit, a small being in the middle of nowhere much, admiring the view as such, taking it all in and start to sing my very own kind of blues.

Some kind of Winter weather

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“There is always some kind of weather going on out there in the world wide” Gun Roswell

Some kind of Winter weather

The actual chance of stepping outside and not getting any kind of atmospheric reaction at all, well, those odds, unless you plan to go to the Moon are practically zero as whenever you get out there, there is always some kind of weather going on, that is the one constant when living on this blue globe of a planet and so, we get to totally enjoy so many facets of the phenomena called weather, surmise surprise!

And so, on this day of writing about this marvellous invention, which keeps us mere dwellers on our toes, daily I might add, as during the seasonal changes, when earlier we had four, now it seems we have several more, like the between seasons going on. And now, as it seems to be winter, even during this time, we get so many fun events, starting from freezing cold up and to some warm green kind of summer-winter whatever might down fall.

Snow, that has been the one constant during this time, the soft and nice flakes falling down, and then on the next day, the heavy rain filled sleet, which everywhere seeps, until the very next day it will all turn around and slippery will be the streets and slopes all around! So, there is really no bore ever this time around as whether it is winter, it is not the traditional kind of splinter, as sometimes, the sun comes around and then, the green grass is once again visible until it snow again!

This is all certainly a fun filled merry-go-round to say the least and well, one cannot really complain, as it is simply, weather, as forecast!

Winter’s blue forest

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“The forest had turned to a cool shade of blue, the hue when the night was about to fall over the tall trees“ Gun Roswell

Winter’s blue forest

That specific haunted kind of feeling, when it’s absolutely frozen, all in their place where they lay just before the moment when the temperatures plummeted after the heavy snow fall, now looking like it was by design to cause this time to stall. The magic of the place as nothing moves, not even a crow flies above, because it’s way too cold for any kind of sentient being to be about, except the one whom dared to wonder around, as the blues of the winter forest beckoned to get going in there, deep inside the blue and wondrous lair of Mother Nature herself, while peeking through the thick branches laced with ice and frozen snow. There might be a chance to get completely lost in the woods, and only being found when the spring would come and thaw it all, but not today, as the guideline to follow has been laid out in the tracks clearly visible in the snow, because nobody else dared to wander into the blue forest in the middle of a winter’s afternoon.

Fluffy snowy things out there 

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“There is so much snow out there right now, it seems to be of an endless supply and piles upon piles of the stuff gets everywhere!“ Gun Roswell

Fluffy snowy things out there 

The snow just keeps on pouring down, sometimes souring and roaring, sometimes more calm. The piles upon piles are forming, all kinds of nice figures and things, for the onlooker to simply guess and imagine, what they are seeing. Sometimes they look like simple snow upon whatever surface they landed, but other times, forming all kinds of statuesque looking art works, as if someone had designed them just on the go for show.

But most of all, the small things outside on the window sill, are those ones most to admire as they look so totally delicate, that even daring to breathe close to them would cause them to collapse. The tiny flakes, separate but together in one place, are the fading art of the winter, delivered to us for this special time, only to fade away, when the spring returns, and before that time, a friendly reminder to just admire the art work, take a few snaps, before you work and be happy of the changing views of the day, as it could be much worse, or then again, maybe not.

Snow forest views

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“The winter’s never ending supply of snow especially in the forest is amazing to look at, even if it seems to go on forever” Gun Roswell 

Snow forest views

Monochromatic are the scenes in the deep of the deep forest of the winter now seen, after the heavy snow has fallen all over the place, like a glancing on top of a tall cake it there stays, and covers all the trees tall, the branches heavy with the stuff, all hanging on low and tight, thanks to the icy cold weather hanging in place there, in the fresh air like tethered with invisible strings, not seen, but felt, with each breath when dared to venture into the land of wonder simply to ponder on the very existence of it all. 

But, once you are deep inside of the forest, walking among the tall trees, and eventually making a break under a few of them, the shelter quite protective and hidden, from prying eyes, simply to remain there and listen, to all the voices of the place, laying low and staying quite, do not to disturb the delicate balance, of those dwelling in there. And so, becoming one with the scenery, observing it all without interference at all, is the best way to see what really is going on, in the wintery forest filled with snow.

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