The Thrift Shop

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“Someone else’s trash is another person’s useful object, at least, that is what they say, so go and check out your local thrift store, who knows what treasures you may find!” Gun Roswell

The Thrift Shop

The spring sprung out of nowhere with a warming sunlight. In its’ wake the shops of every kind opened their long since closed gates. It was that time of the year, when a new spring in the step, lead you outside without fear. And for all the new adventures waiting out there, there is still some time to spare and spending that, inside of a house? Well, some might say time is a wasted, but hey, at this time of the year, the shopkeepers and sellers, usually bring their best stuff outside, to the world open wide. So, do, go, visit the endless tables at the street sale or yard sale or flee market, what ever is the name you prefer for these types. You might find some real treasures out there, or simply a nice dress which brings you to the spring fair and then you will be the prettiest of them all there. And that is the best kind of reward, right?

A boat across the moat 2

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“There is nothing to it, just grab a boat, any kind of boat and then, take off, from the seashore, the end of the pier, and head o out there, wherever you want to go” Gun Roswell

A boat across the moat

Take a really deep dive, into the ocean wide, only, this time, go with the flow and take it real slow, and inside a boat at that, because your poor body might snap, if the waves get too high, and then up towards the sky you will fly, only to crash down soon after. So, be careful out there, in the liquid stratosphere, strap up and abide by the maritime rules, as those who wrote them, were no fools. Then only will you be able to enjoy yourself fully and maybe, become a mariner too, as it is a profession quite cool. And hey, no one would blame you if you did, as that might just be the best gig of them all, until, at least, fall.

A boat across the moat 1

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“Take a ride on a boat, on a river, on the sea, what ever it takes, for at least a moment to flee” Gun Roswell 

A boat across the moat 

There it was, waiting, prepped and ready, for a ride, on the waves, or at least, on the water. It was after all, a fine day, with a sunny disposition, so why not take an excursion out there, on the wide open blue. Because there is nothing more calming and certainly more relaxing, when taking a day off from it all and letting yourself deep into the ocean fall. Letting the craft take its course, without looking back or any remorse of tasks left undone, just to have one day of fun. Even if the fun is set on stun, as the calming waves, will let you into a deep slumber, the world around fading away, and for a moment you wish this way forever to stay. Alas, it is only for a day, and that is okay, as this time apart from it all, is much better than nothing at all. And even if you wish the time to stall, returning is the proper and only call to make.

Frappe by the poolside

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“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell

Frappe by the poolside

The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.

Ice art painted smart

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“The ice formed on the windows, creating pretty artwork for a fleeting moment“ Gun Roswell 

Ice art painted smart

For a fleeting moment in time Mother Nature has been kind. Painting pictures on our walls and windows, cryptic images maybe with hidden messages. Decipher them if you can, but just as a reminder to you, don’t take too long to do so, as in a blink of an eye, they will be gone.And a missed opportunity is left for you to pine for until dawn. Or at least until the weather gods decide, they will give you a second chance, but that too, will not long last.

But, worry not, you still have one shot, to preserve the beauty fading and for the future audiences it saving. Snapping a photographic memory is the way, that this gorgeous display, will be admired for times to come and not just for some whom were lucky enough to catch this presentation firsthand and live. It might be a still life representation of the same, but hey, it’s better than nothing and that in itself is really something. And nature is never wrong about these things, even if there are plenty more to see out there in the wild and sometimes close by.

Sprouts from the snowy shadows 

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“Against all the odds, these sprouts of spring, keep popping up from the snow“ Gun Roswell 

Sprouts from the snowy shadows 

So, it was supposed to be already spring, and all them flowery types were supposed the summery songs to sing, as it is, that time of the year, when the freezing fear, should have been completely and totally over. Alas, the weather gods, did not agree, and so now, you see, a lot of snow and freezing below the zero types of things are still happening. What a bummer for those of us, who had awaited and expected so much, as the calendar page turned to this phase in time, slowly, but surely indicating something better was on the way than this bland snowy dismay.

But there are a few tiny sprouts out there, who are completely and utterly crappening, on what ever the deities or rather keepers of the changing climates are doing. As these small hopes of spring time, are coming out in full force from the frozen floors of nature. Popping up from all kinds of places, refusing to remain in stasis and much to all our warm weather loving types, they are slowly but surely coming alive and that is making us smile and forgetting the vile and freezing winds, which still out there are trying to encourage both us and those sprouts and that is a reason to shout out loud:

“Spring time for us all, winter soon will fall!  Yippee Ki Yay or some similar fun type of a word!!!”

Winter fun 2

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“There are some so great things about winter, I am sure, but can’t think of any at the moment“ Gun Roswell

Winter fun 2

Pushing a wheel thing in the midst of a snowstorm, trying to tackle all them piles forming obstacles for you, well, not fun at all. Especially when the mountains of snow are growing more and more tall, by each passing moment as the snow just keeps on pouring down, down, ever more down and not even the strongest of plows, can help you now.

What when all the streets, are filled with that same ole boring white stuff, a few weeks ago you did not seem to get in enough of. But now it’s so much more than you can really handle and no matter how hard you try to rid of it, it’s like burning the candle, at both ends no less. But the further time ticks, and the more of this shit comes in, the less fun this seems.

It was fun, for a moment I must admit, when standing on the inside and staring towards the great open white, it looks pretty and all. Then just that small nagging feeling in the back of your mind begins again. The reminder of the car under a pile of that stuff and then shoveling out the road somewhere there underneath. At least a path to get to the mailbox, that’s not too much to ask right?

Alas, the daily life, has become somewhat of a strife. So listen up good, you weather gods, when I say: Enough is enough already! Now, make way with spring and the sun, as that would really be so fun!

Winter Fun 1

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“There is nothing wrong with winter, as long as you get to spend it on a warm summers island in the sun” Gun Roswell

Winter Fun 1

In the early morning hours, it all started, supposedly it was to be just a few showers, but it kept pouring well into the end of day and the darkness.
The snow of it all! A total down fall. Winter fun? they said, Come join in the ride of a sleigh! Yeah, what we did not know back then, that there was hell to pay!

And, as suspected, the fun did not last very long, as the wintry snow was for us far too strong, to handle on the yards, on the roads and all that which followed in tow.
All the equipment and heavy machinery could not make it in time, plowing it all away, which would have been fine, but it just kept coming down. More and more and more.

Each and every single day, when eventually not even a sleigh could pass through. The white stuff piles growing higher all around, where there had been one or a few, now
more than even the mightiest dragon could slew. Fire! Yeah, that was the thing needed, and where was the sun? Not enjoying the wintery fun, that was for sure!

So, each and every day, we keep on trying to push the snow away. Alas, we are all growing weary, and even the temperatures keep going down, so scary, that no one anymore leering.
No signs of spring or summer, what a bummer! Even if the old almanac on the wall, has a picture of sunshine installed. No, it is all so totally wrong! Oh, winter thou art a heartless bitch!

Snow, behind the very window

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“We Finns call it the “Taka-talvi”, loosely translated as backslash winter, not fun at all, especially in the supposed spring month of March, that is just so hard!“ Gun Roswell

Snow, behind the very window

Snow, snow, snow, let it snow! But hey, it’s already the month of March, so stop pouring that garbage onto our small suburban, still quite large backyard! (to whomever is listening in). Yeah, you heard me, enough is enough and I am not acting tough here, by any means. Simply telling it as seen over here.

Though, to be honest, the last time shovelling the white stuff, cursing enough is enough, it might have been something the weather deities took to their hearts and out of spite, started pushing more of it, simply to show their might. And hey, on the record: that is not nice! (Shaking fist).

Well, today, after some more work out there, trying all them tricks out of the old sleeve, to rid of the pestering freely flowing white stuff of a thing, which even songs some people about like to sing, at least during X-mas time, go figure, what might be the trigger there! Maybe some state of shock or similar set of mind, trying to be kind here.

“Well, It’s worked so far, but we are not off yet!” Was the snide comment just said, as after the driveway was finally plowed, once again free of the snow, which miles on end you can see, at least, during this time of the year, which is not winter anymore, but Spring, so go ahead, try a song out that sing. It really stopped being funny several moments ago!

Paradise in the colour of Blue

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“It looks like the picture-perfect version of a paradise, except it’s all in the colour of blue, but hey, that is simply my chosen hue” Gun Roswell

Paradise in the colour of Blue

What is the most sought-after place, either here on Earth or then somewhere else, even around in the galaxy, where all of us so hard try to find, that one perfect spot, where it all supposedly did start for our kind? The life, us, the animals, all the other beings including the aliens out there, which I know to exit, all the surroundings, even if the scientists might state, it was a some kind of a big bang of a thing, which created it all, like throwing in a ball, that split to a million pieces, leaving, all that you now see, behind?

Well, you may know it called simply, as Eden or some other cute name, now stalled, in some temporary time dilation field like this was a scene, straight out of some fantasy flick. But, it’s still there, in whatever shape or form, and, if you keep on looking hard enough and long enough, that one special spot, can be yours, no matter where or even when nor what colour it might exist in, you will know what it is, when you finally with your own eyes it witness, Paradise.