Snow, snow, snow and then some (night in Suburbia)

“There is so much snow out there, too much, and it just keeps pouring… well, guess when it snows it pours!“ Gun Roswell

Snow, snow, snow and then some (night in Suburbia)

White for the season, yeah, for sure, the still fluffy stuff just keeps on coming down from the opened up skies, even in the middle of the night, in the small suburban place, where nobody and their small size dog really moves at the hour this late

Yeah, it is winter and smack middle of it too, but hey, having gotten enough of this stuff now for the month and a half, and it all seems to last, then the fun of it all surely starts to fade away, as all the work related to getting on with life, well, it can be such a strife

But, maybe in a month or two, the sun will find this small place once again, only hoping the warmth of it will be able to drive the cold, the snow and all of it, away, bringing in the spring, with multitude of colours and life, now dormant, starting all over again

Snow fall in the forrest

“Crispy and white, is the fluffy stuff, having fallen onto the tree branches at night” Gun Roswell

Snow fall in the forrest

The  whole night before, had something special for the wanderer in store, with the powdery stuff now covering all, even the tree branch, hanging there softly by the edges, only to be taken off with a slight shake.

The transparent flakes, piling onto the others, not really knowing where one ended, but still it all looked so splendid, the softness hovering and covering it all, trees, bushes and fields and all.

It was a miracle done by nature, turning the grey and dull overnight into a picture perfect fairy tale like image, something reminiscent of a picture from a book, and so with a single look, trying to memories it all into the deep recess of the mind, to conjure up during a hot night of summer warm.

Riding Sideways

“The heavy lean sideways of the vehicle makes even the photographer dizzy and the camera to tilt as well!” Gun Roswell

Riding Sideways

The rickety cart with the two passengers tilted ominously on the slippery street

Not that this might have caused any of the discomfort in the picture seen

Alas the total sway of the vehicle, was something not foreseen

The driver most likely a first timer or then then it was just too few wheels

Whatever the case just might have been on this particular scene

In the end, the car on small wheels managed to arrive safely to the goal

And isn’t that just a god thing for the very scared soul having watched this odd show!

Random seat at beach

“There is a solemn seat, in the middle of the street, waiting for someone to have a respite“ Gun Roswell

Random seat at beach

The sunny day much too hot for anything except doing a few short hops around the hood and then, hitting a few shops.

But before hitting the beach, there is one single seat, waiting for the prefect one to take a short break and sit around.

So, what are you waiting for, just go!

The seat is still available because no one in their right mind would want to sit out there in the scoring sun!

Riding in a horse drawn buggy

“The wintery season beckons for a ride in the snow, in the open air, the sleigh, but not with reindeer, but, well, horses?” Gun Roswell

Riding in a horse drawn buggy

Winter is the time, the time to feel fine or at least, in trying to enjoy, the weather outside, cold, damp, freezing, too dark, too bright, and oh so totally filled with snowy white.

Alas, if you can get in the mood, the perhaps you should, try the one activity passed down from the ancient past, or at least since the invention of the wheel? Or maybe it was the usage of sleigh with a few exotic animals in front pulling the thing?


Well, whatever the choice was back then and maybe not so long ago after all, these days, especially in the more southern regions, the ones doing the pulling of the lay ass non walkers slacking around are, horses, but of course(s)!

So, get inside that sleigh, and let the tall proud gorgeous animals out to play, as they slay the drawing of the sleigh, totally so. Hauling the wide load all the way through the snow and hey, if you aren’t going to enjoy it all, then shame on you!

Reflections in a Coffee Cup

“A finger, a hand, a face, an attitude, a day, a year, a whole life even, reflected from a single cup of coffee“ Gun Roswell

Reflections in a Coffee Cup

The cup of coffee poured, sitting in front of the drinker

As this one was, according to some, a real thinker

Life, death, life, coffee, things that nature, always on their mind

Pondering all the possible things, without trying to be unkind

As this way of living, was rather an antisocial one

But then again, without great thinkers, lots of things would remain undone

And so, trying to forgive the one deep in thought

While sipping from their very coffee cup 

As plenty of new ideas, inventions and such

Were thought of, while simply taking the time off

And letting the mind fill with ideas of plenty

And the coffee would then take care of the need of the belly

Simple as that, was this one of a kind magical drink

As really, the human race needed it for those who would dare to, think

Red Sun

“The early morning sun, well, put your eyes on a setting of stun, because it’s going to be, quite red!“ Gun Roswell

Red Sun

It looked like it was on fire, the burning hot ball of lava, alas this was no such thing, rather an extraordinary rise of the very sun it self, something in the colour of burning hot fire-engine red.

The spectacular vision not for the timid though, as this is no simple show, taking a lengthy number of seconds ticking by, and if your eyes are able to spy, never directly into it looking though, something mystical and magical you will experience.

As only once in a life time, can you see the red  hot rising sun.

One more, for the road, please

“The coffee cup spilleth over, always” Gun Roswell 

One more, for the road, please

The time for coffee, is right now,

Just and enough before a total frown

The elixir giving the strength to carry on

To face all those obstacles thrown

On the path when the day starts

When all and everything smarts

But, when the maker of the liquid starts

The smallest hint of a smile

Emerges

And after that, the cloak of invincibility appears 

And so without any fear

With the coffee mug in hand

There is nothing and no one this one

Cannot to against stand!

Mini Mes

“The smaller the better, right? The mini versions of a lot of stuff, cannot get enough? Well, just a reminder, never remove from box, keep them in mint condition, am I right? Then again, it’s your decision, whether you chose to play with them or not!” Gun Roswell

Mini Mes

The collectables as they are all called, the smaller versions of any kind of life size thingy, imaginary or real, just the same, they make you feel, better somehow,  even singing a tune just because you finally got one, becoming the owner a little piece, no matter how small, from something bigger and better out there for the world for everyone to see.

Those trinkets filling up all our shelves (buying more from ikea just in case) even at the seasonal holidays, where we might just get a few of them elves into the mix, alas getting even a miniature version of whatever tickles the fancy, fandom or just because admiring a great sculpture, perhaps a fashionable car or a pair of boots, whatever it is you are into, you can lay claim in the form of a mini me.

Frosted Blues

“That moment, when the blues hits, the same time of the day, when nature paints all the outside in the same colour as is the mental mood of the on out there, standing on display.” Gun Roswell

Frosted Blues

The mood reflected all around, from skies to the ground, the colour varied in hues, but it is, definitely, the Blues.

No matter the time of year, no matter, whether the sun was up there or simply the grey clouds spreading their shades of two.

It is always the same, at the exact moment of the day, when it all happens, out there, where no one dares to even imagine the why’s out of fear.

But those familiar with the colour, the many shades of it, no matter what they call it, it will go by one single name, the Blues.

Dare to embrace it, feel it, sing it, hang on to it for the moment when it hits, as in a split second, it will surround you and then, like it did hit, it will be gone as quick as that.

Trying to hang on to it, is never good, and why you really shout not, can be tough, but letting go, is the better choice, as the spell of it is luring, and the pain enduring while under the Blues, rewarding.

But it will never really be gone, as long as you are one with nature, so, without hatred, embrace the Blues and when the moment hits, live in it, but let go, and more strong will you be.

As the Blues is not something anyone should really own.