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.

Two Towers

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Rhodes, Greece

“Two towers still standing tall, built in ancient times, but look at them, they are simply fine” Gun Roswell

Two Towers

Brick, by brick, they were laid, by those whom came before us, releasing their visions, of a strong and memorable construct, for the ages to last, no matter what nature and time would throw at the two, they would survive and they should, lasting up and til these days, because the secrets the walls of these two tall towers are able to tell, well, you only need to stay close enough to touch and so much, will be shared.

Under ‘The Arch of Victory’

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Paris, France

“Waving their sings of victory, the war, the wars, finally over, the time for celebration never boring, as heard from the crowds of roaring“ Gun Roswell

Under ‘The Arch of Victory’

A monument stands tall, in the middle of it all, the streets leading ever and outward, every which way imaginable, and tracing their way back to this place, the arch of victory, as built forever and a day to last.

It was some time ago, in the past, when the dwellers of this magnificent city, decided to resurrect, this statue of sorts, of liberty, perhaps not a fact, but celebration of sorts anyway, and now, as it is here to stay, people of all walks of life gathering to admire, the colossal giant with a hurray!

Be one of them, join in the loud celebration, take a pose in front of it if you must, just, remember what it was really made for all those many a years ago.

Tongue on my Cake?

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“The sweet taste of sugary moist dessert, a piece of cake, cream and what is it there on the top?” Gun Roswell

Tongue on my Cake?

The odd looking construct on the top of an otherwise deliciously looking sugary treat?

Something red, albeit plain so, reminiscent more of an organ of the mouth than perhaps what it was supposed to be?

A piece of strawberry perhaps? But why cut it in to this particular format?

Anyway, if you get past the initial shock of what the heck just there on the plate dropped?

Well, it turned out to be a berry, the strawberry to be exact and the taste?

Delicious-o!

Simply try it yourself!

Glassy, glass and then some 

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“So much shiny, see through glass, it’s, impossible!” Gun Roswell 

Glassy, glass and then some 

Tender, delicate, totally breakable

Transparent, shiny, quite clean

The ware for many occasions 

But mostly, useful for any kind of liquid 

Sweet, sour, strong or just plain

No matter what, it’s all the same

The purpose for these shiny objects

Is to hold in the precious liquids 

For these ready to consume any of it

And that would be pretty much it 

Except some do like to collect them

Filling their cupboards with glassy things

Just because they look good

In all imaginable colours a buyer could

Be able to purchase these fine looking products 

As well never really can have enough of that stuff 

A Tower of a House, but a Cafe

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Seurasaari, Helsinki, Finland


“The tall slim building, sits on top of the hill, but not just any old structure, but a cafe, of sorts“ Gun Roswell

A Tower of a House, but a Cafe

The angle quite strange, the house, top heavy, but sturdy just plenty, as it has lasted for hundreds of years, having been hauled over from some other place.

And so, here it stands, in all its beauty, and all its glory, the old house, refurbished as a home, but also, a place of business, for those venturing to the historical island, and after some walking, become rather thirsty.

The cafe as the house doubles as, will give the weary traveller plenty, of options including the steaming dark liquid, but pastries and other delights.

Feeling somewhat peckish? Thirsty perhaps?

Step in, take a load off and enjoy the ancient ambiance!