“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London
On the busy streets of the City of London There really is no time for boredom The options are endless, and even if you spend less You can find all that you seek, just within reach Either do a quick walk to the down town of the city Or hop on a bus, and drive along to watch the nitty-gritty As this city, certainly has it all, packages small or tall
“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London
… Follow the precisely marked lines And you’ll be simply fine Eyes wide and totally open You will be seeing more than hoping
And then, in the evening You will be totally dreaming Of the how much more The following day has in store
“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London
Watching, over the rooftops Looking for the hustle and bustle Of the streets of London And it seems, that in just a few hops A few old and bold like castles And perhaps a famous dungeon Can be seen without much of an effort So, just hop on a bus Without too much fuss For them all to experience…
“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London
… Never mind the sad or even the bad weather As my skin is certainly made of thick kind of leather A few raindrops will not be able to do any harm And not even, a small rain filled storm Will be able to keep me away From this eternal, London type of a sway
“I never travel without my camera. One should always record ones steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change” Gun Roswell
London in Monochrome
Rain, rain, rain But that dreaded and endless rain Running down the very drain
But, around in the City of London Without the feeling of any kind of boredom As there are too many things to see My little face, has finally lit up with a glee…
“The old house painted in flashy colours, inviting to say the least, so let’s step inside and see, what the fuss is all about” Gun Roswell
The ol’yellow house
Step right in, it’s open house today, all of this gorgeous yellowness is on for display, take a good look all around too see what interesting things in the ol’ yellow house can be found. After all this an archaic house, filled with hidden traits, trinkets and such, just at the very reach for those whom carefully seek. So, don’t get so bleak, rather step through the door and see what the yellow house has in store for you this time around.
Take a chance while you can, as the ol’ yellow house, might just be but a dream, not really what it seems and do, gone before you realize, as you walk through that door and take a good long stroll around the whole thing, it may be round like a ring, or then square like the box in, well town’s square. But whatever you can imagine, it will be there waiting there for you and so, stay a while, to get that smile on your face, because the next thing which will happen is, that you will wake up and it’s all gone. No more yellow house as it was all a simple dream.
“Building something, brick by brick, well, isn’t that rather archaic? Or maybe not, who knows, just to what you feel is right, do it!” Gun Roswell
Brick by brick
Building something great and lasting, brick by brick, seeing the end result growing each time you lay another one on the top of the former, each time, the structure growing bigger, taller, wider and even stronger, is certainly something worthwhile. Something, which upon completion, is much more worth than a single smile. Well, at first, it might be that, then small celebration, of the arduous and long lasting job finished, and what was there accomplished. Maybe a wall of sorts, a fence around the house, to be safe? Maybe even the house itself? Some stairs to take you up and down wherever you were going? Or a small grill on the outside, in the garden to make something to eat. Whatever it is you will want to speak of it, to be proud of it as building something with your own hands, something which may or may not last, it is still quite the feat, even if a tiny cheat, while luring your neighbours and friends to aid in the process. But no matter how it got there, it will be for a while, and for all to admire, all them bricks on top of bricks.
“The seat in the cafe outside in the sunshine is begging just to be sat down on” Gun Roswell
The seat in the cafe outside
The sun shining, at least for a while, as the rain season, is now. The side street cafes are finally open again, after a while of slumber, now broken. The people coming out, from the darkened rooms, smiling again, as the rain, has past and even if the shining sun is not there to last, they will survive the coming darkness, with this small piece of light. Some of them heading for the cafes, making their picks randomly, without a rush or hesitation, walking slowly out of pleasure of just being outside, in the open wide.
The smallest cafe of them all, with only a few stalls, a table here and there, with a chair of two, and almost hidden from the main view. But those who dare to wonder, a tad longer, will find the most inviting seats of them all, in this small house of coffee, or tea or whatever else the pleasure might just be. The point not being the beverage or the name of the place, rather that in this small house, the patrons, can a few more moments than usual stay, without rush and hurry, but simply in the moment gently sway and then when it’s time to go, that too will happen quite slow.
“There is a lot of activity up them tall hills, be that from this planet here or maybe from somewhere else, who knows, but still quite interested in finding that out am I, so guess, it’s time to fly or hike, up that slippery slope of a hill” Gun Roswell
Sighting Hill
The hill up ahead, strong and bold, standing tall, right there in front of us, weary travellers, watching in awe as the stories told, coming alive right in front of us. The tales of myths recited of others coming to this place, some of them like us, some more exotic and from far away places. But whatever the case or rather the truth behind all the colourful tales told, most of us here now standing below, were already sold at well, at “this is an odd tale” kind of a pitch. So, taking a hike towards this gorgeous rock we, the adventurers never intend to stop, until reaching that very top and finding out for our very selves, whether these storied told are as true as those who did the sales. Soon enough, climbing up the very rocky face of the tall, tall hill, trying to reach the perfect spot to observe and take in, all the sights below and those, shown also from above, the skies, the space and all of it out there, which ever way eyes can see and ears can hear, all of it in front of us and then, maybe, if we are lucky, we will get to meet those other travellers, from the very beyond, and exchange stories of the Sighting Hill.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
