Turquoise is the water

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“The water is positively glowing, in the bright light of the sun, the colour totally clear, with a hint of, something like, turquoise” Gun Roswell

Turquoise is the water

The surface calm, nothing moving, not even the wind, causing any kind of ripples, keeping the liquid clear, with a hint of something cool, despite the warmth of the weather, causing the air to remain perfectly still, but the one hint of colour there, shining through even though the sun’s heated rays were trying to absorb all of it away. The turquoise was there to stay.

And even if the surface was sometimes about to break, do to someone taking starting in the water to bathe, the colour really never changed, staying the same shade of clear and turquoise as always, an eternal colour chosen because… well it all looked good, against the scenery and so after so much applause, it had remained that way and most likely would forever more.

Too young or too old?

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“Either you are too old or then too young for something, you always seem to be at the wrong age at the wrong time” Gun Roswell

Too young or too old?

You are too young to understand, but you are also too old to play with toys

You are too old to live at home, but too young to get to an old folks home

You are too young to think of such things, but you are too old to not have a plan

Whatever the age, there is always a restriction of what you can or cannot do

Seems no matter what, you always end up on the wrong side of the age fence

And so, if you are stuck in the age mind loop of things, nothing moves along

So, forget age, be what you want to be, no matter how many stages you have gone through

Life is hard and living no matter the age is, an so all that which really matters

Doing the things you like at whatever stage, playing, laughing, trying on new things

The vibrancy of the season 

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“The vibrant colours of the season have come to life just as it’s about that time, when we start turning to winter’s cover of white” Gun Roswell 

The vibrancy of the season 

The leaves are slowly turning from the lush greens to the mellow yellows, perky oranges and those on the more fiery side of red. And the intent is less to shock but rather to make all those  onlookers flock, in awe and admiration, of the pallet of nuances and differences on those various leaves, on bushes and trees, even the odd flowery stem, receiving a much more colourful hem, than existed in the summer, as Mother Nature is continuing the tie dying task of the materials all out there willingly joining in the project, as it is all part of the process in the change, from summer, to fall and to the last step of it all, the winter season when the white blanket finally covers it all. But for this moment, all of the participants will be holding the special coatings on, the multitude of colours and their accompanying odours will be the centre piece of the show in progress. The flashing lights and clicking of shutters the sounds heard all around as the audiences new found interest is no less, this autumn time out there in nature on this blue sphere.

Lunch Time!

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“The biggest thing about Sunday is, that it will always be followed by a Monday” Gun Roswell

Lunch Time!

A week full of labour
Still, bearing its fruits

Lunch in the coffee area
No time for feeling inferior

Chums and colleagues take a stance
Together we eat, be merry and laugh
Even time for a wee Monday dance

Of course,
The sweet dessert all the previous enhanced 😛

Two seats for Sunday

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“There is always a need for a seat on a sunny Sunday day” Gun Roswell

Two seats for Sunday

Seats? On a Sunday? Are those really needed? Aren’t we just supposed to be sleeping in?
It’s a day of leisure just the same, so why, oh why, is there a need to get up, and run amok? When all of us, could just try to relax and take a load off, sleep, rest, lounger, until Monday raises its ugly head?

No, because it’s sunny outside, there in the open wild, so go, get, take a walk, and when tired, simply take a load off, on a seat somewhere on the streets.

As a Sunday is no excuse to simply sleep!

Two sets of light

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“The lights are on, both on the inside and the out, was there ever any doubt?“ Gun Roswell 

Two sets of light

The sun shine so bright, bringing in all that light, even to the darkest of corners of the dwellings deep on the inside.

But even if the sun is switched on, and shining quite strong, it just might be, that you will need some extra spice, and then turning on the electrical kind.

So now, you’ll have two lights, painting your day, one from the outside in and the other, well most likely only keeping score on the inside of the room you are staying.

What matters though, is the fact that the darkness is gone and you are able to move along, the daily chores waiting to be done, until the light is gone until another dawn.

Two colours of bikes

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“So hard to choose, which ever you do, you won’t however lose!” Gun Roswell

Two colours of bikes

The blue or the red? 

What if there was some other colour instead?

Perhaps the dull grey one in the background?

But they all look all and fit and got that special it.

For hauling around groceries and other types of shit.

So, no matter which one you ultimately do pick.

They are going to be the ride of the day hit!

Enjoy the two wheeled peddling mobile!

Ride around until you too started feeling docile!

Yeah, just because it takes quite a lot of energy.

Simply to push those things up a slippery hill!

So a friendly warning to those with less of a chill (read bad shape due to no exercise):

Try not to take it too fast during round one, all you’ll become ill!

Turquoise and Blue

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“ There is blue, and then there is blue, the liquids of the pool, the ocean, all varying in their shade, and all I can do, is simply stare“ Gun Roswell

Turquoise and Blue

The pool waters beckoned for a dip into the calming waves, away from the hottest of suns, at least shining brightly for the day, much to the enjoyment of those worshippers fully on display.

The deep dive, will hopefully revive, all the heated up joints, skin and whatever the object of beaming light just might have touched, while in the hunger and greed took in too much of that which wasn’t really needed.

Then again, whom can blame, those wanting a moment in the warmth of the sun bask, as this kind of moment only a short while will last, and if the payment is some redness and a small rash, then all is well as long as moderation is something used as a guideline.

So, into the water, taking a dive, staying in the calming balm a tad longer, before finding some shade, as even if the sunny side is nice, taking in only some during each passing day is a must, despite the fact this kind of weather won’t last. 

Trash Haul

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“Someone’s trash is someone else’s gold or at least a heap of rusted metal dumped on the yard“ Gun Roswell

Trash Haul

The trash having long been stashed in the cupboards, the closets and the old garage

All of them boxes filled with supposed glittering gold, some day to the highest bidder to be sold

And what now?

Well, guess it has becomes simple the trash of old and on its way to be hauled

To the dumpsite, the recycling centre where all these things eventually belong

Luckily though

They can all be reused, recycled, used for another purpose than the old

And isn’t that just great, having a new use, a brand new fate?

Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected

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“Some kind of a tower, of power, and some clouds, with the nature’s own thunderous force reflected, to the surface of the waters“ Gun Roswell

Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected

The colours might vary, from coolest of blues to the green scale of the spectrum, but it is all okay as they are inside the pallet of that which is blue, so do not me sue, when you see the two pictures with the similar but different hues. 

It just might be real life, memorex or then simply, something done with a computer installed application of the photographic kind, but whichever it is, just, don’t insist, for me to give a way the very secret!