House by the lake

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Helsinki, Finland

Living by a body of water, certainly is on the bucket list of plenty of dwellers, but yeah, it would be totally great live there“ Gun Roswell 

House by the lake

A house, built on top of the rocky hill, gives the onlooker chills, as it’s just by a cool looking lake, and that kind of a place, is just the best, at least during the seasons where the temperatures are warm and totally nice, the weather somewhat mild, and chilling down by the calming lake, well, there really is no better place, for spring or summer.

But, when the damp and cold October winds start, the house by the lake is starting to feel less of a place nice, with the howling winds and pouring rain, leaving a bunch of stains all over, the cold seething into the old bones… but the warming fires inside and out, keep them warm way into the darkest of nights, making the feel and looks all cozy without a fright.

And then soon enough, it is winter time, the freezing ice covering the lake, and then things don’t look as loaded with strife, as the old skates come off the hook, taking it out there on the lake, swirling around on the icy cover on a sunny but cold day, and hey, all bundled up and prepared, the house by the lake is simply great, no matter the season, so yeah, no complaints!

Night Time Horizon

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Helsinki, Finland

“The night time is captivating, both in colour and light, all of them bright in the darkness, much more interesting too” Gun Roswell

Night Time Horizon

The city lights, shining ever so bright, reflected on the waters surface, but no purchase for them to be found, as rippling and swaying, slowly and surely disappearing, into the depths of the darkness, the liquid them consuming, blending into the murky waters, never to be seen again, until the time, when new lights beam upon the shores, as the city skyline will come to life, somewhere there in the far away horizon, long after the sun has been arising, and set for the durance of the dimming night.

Helsinki, Finland

Looking down

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Espoo, Finland

“Something about being on the top, simply makes one feel so, well, superior? At least for a moment there, before the elevator takes you way back down, to the ground level, where you belong“ Gun Roswell

Looking down

The views always spectacular, when high up, close to the very skies

That is unless you just might suffer, from vertigo, or some kind of go, wanting to fly, way back down, so better stay away, even if it causes a frown

But if you are simply there for the views, you won’t be disappointed

As long as you follow the rules and stay behind the supportive railing

If there is any there of course, usually though, there is something supportive there

As this is not some space opera where those railings always disappear

Snapping them pix just to prove, you were actually invited there

Up into the very special stratosphere, well at least, the twentieth floor

Of a tall building with many a restaurants and so so many stores

And having been there, even for a moment, the truth is, it was nothing reminiscent of a bore

But back down, all of us visitors must go, at least I have the lovely picture on my phone!

Hiding behind the setting sun

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Helsinki, Finland


“The setting sun, is engulfing the sky, painting it red, on the fly, not even trying to hide, blinding those who dare to pry“ Gun Roswell

Hiding behind the setting sun

The red colour the first clue, that of the sun setting for sure

There was no place to hide, from the sun’s light, not even at this stage of its existence before the day’s resistance became too much and as such, the sun needed to go, at least, for the night

There was really no fight, apart from the one final display of power

The skies glowing bright red instead, no hiding from any of it

And then, after the scene, the display most powerful, the sun was gone in an instance

Leaving those small creatures, trying to hide from the show, but only to be able to bow

In front of the magnificence of the celestial body in awe

And soon after night fell, the hiding places plentiful

Need for sure as without light, shining the land brightly

There was no security, for the critters small until dawn

Disappearing one and all, into their lairs familiar

Making sure never to question or doubt, the mighty sun and its dome

The eternal giver of light, warmth, security and in the end the daily show

Basking in the last rays of sun

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“It might be already autumn, fall, but these last rays of sun shine will be soaked“ Gun Roswell

Basking in the last rays of sun

They don’t look like much, and even the slightest touch, can make them crumble all the way down, but these hays, the lonely strays, far away, from the fields they were born, still hang on, until the last rays of summer, have been consumed.

And so, these strays loom, gently, softly in the winds of fall, as if trying some more time to stall, and still heaving, leaving, the onlookers in complete awe, as these, straws of summer almost passed, are quite strong and most likely will last, even past the strongest of winter’s storms.