Photography
“Travel the world in black and white, it’s an experience with little if nothing to hide!” Gun Roswell
On the busy streets of London
There is no time for boredom
While roaming the ancient ruins for Greece
Breathe and let the moment freeze
Sailing the gorgeous lakes in Italy
Watching the clouds filling the sky to affinity
Sightseeing, travelling or shopping
There is no time for stopping
Around the wide wide world
Me and my camera are hurled
“It’s filled with history!” Gun Roswell
“The Natural History Museum in London is a museum exhibiting a vast range of specimens from various segments of natural history”
If you are in doubt
Then go and check out
Visit the place of history
And follow the whole story
Of where we came from
#The island of tourism and shopping, but also history.” Gun Roswell
Take a day trip
Just to be hip
Spend some time
In the ruins sublime
Then a break
Some salad or steak
The afternoon spent
Window shopping
Bar hopping
Or simply people watching
It’s all up to you
How to spend the time
On this holiday so fine
“Heading for the beach, as it’s in walking distance, so just at reach!” Gun Roswell
Into the harbour and down to the beach
Plenty of scenery if that’s what you seek
Blue skies, sunshine and warm weather
How could the holidays get any better?
“Small villages have it all, the history, the scenery, the cute homes, just take a trip and look around.” Gun Roswell
A road trip to a nearby village
If we were Vikings, we’d certainly pillage
A quaint little place
A while everyone stays
But later it’s time to set sail
And back to the resort trail
“From the busy streets, towards the calm beach, that is the goal in life” Gun Roswell
I see the image in my very mind, it’s something unique, someplace to unwind
The colours changing now, from green to a coolest blue, some kind of hue
But then, like a sharpened photograph, everything is in my grasp.
The shining sun, rising high above, the breeze so low, the pace so slow
The turquoise waters glimmering, I wish I could swim in them
I run as fast as I can, then on to the sandy beach I land
At this point I don’t care if it is a dream or someone’s bad joke or scheme
I shed my clothing, boots and all, and into to the soft waves I let myself fall
Getting carried away to the wide open seas, where nothing and no one else do I see
Only sounds made are those of seagulls, flying high above my skull
This is bliss, this is calm, this is what I seek, this is what I want
And then, I wake up, as the car beside me honks
“Move it of lose it bozo!” I hear
Yes, I am back in the noisy street I fear
Until next time, when I dare to dream
As life never really is what it seems
“It’s an island, true, harsh, but warm and sunny, so yeah, can be good?” Gun Roswell
Seaside and seagulls
Sailboats with long hulls
Blue waters and skies
Would have stayed longer,
But oh, how time flies!
“Which one two choose? That, could be a problem!” Gun Roswell
When you hit the beach
You can easily find what you seek
The water line is fully loaded
All in order and even colour coded
Sun-beds, parasols and boats
Basically, with everything, which floats
So come on join the fun
Today, here, under the warming sun!
“When Friday arrives, we’ll get on with the jives and then out there, on a boat fly” Gun Roswell
When the waters are us beckoning
With their crystal clears and totally blues
There is no point in resisting
Just put on some casuals and also the mood
It’s the end of the working week for some
And that always means, a lot of Friday fun
As in to the harbour’s hustle and bustle
We are steering ourselves with working muscles
Soon the boats are filled with passengers
All of us, who are here for the adventures
Well, at least for a day or two
Because usually it happens, really soon
That Monday is at the doorstep awaiting
And for us that means no second, no hesitating
Alas, let’s enjoy the forty-eight hours or so
Before back to the dread we must go
It’s just another regular working day, here, by the cold, seashore” Gun Roswell
When the day breaks in the early morning
And the sunshine breaks with a big yawning
The working day is about to start
So, please, try to play it very smart
The waters seem so very cold
And the weather is even getting more bold
The sun hiding behind all them clouds
And the wind is howling ever more loud
The boats beneath us soon are shaking
As the unexpected storm from the seas is breaking
Being alright at this point is only faking
As the faces turn greener and the bodies quaking
But the working day is far from over
The attitudes like the weather getting bolder
Rolling up the sleeves
To all this heavy-duty work to complete
Minds off the shaking surface
Since this is no time for hurling
And when the attitudes are corrected
Sooner than later, the work is completed
Homeward bound the working crew now is
Even the boss said she was pleased
Back to the comfort of home they head
Because tomorrow another working day awaits
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
