Photography
“It’s winter and the forest is filled with snow, duh!” Gun Roswell
Forest life
In the early morning hours
Even before the snowy showers
As I walk through the frozen forest
Admiring the trees tallest
Cannot help but wonder what may
All kinds of secret marvels lay
Hidden from prying eyes
Under the white winter skies
And deep under ground
For no mere mortal to be found
Content to just admire the surface
I continue my walk through the snowy trees
“Sometimes you just need to catch up with sleep” Gun Roswell
Late night, Late rise
Slipping into bed in the early morning hours
Before the others awaken and get their showers
A late night spent without much remorse
Never been too good in keeping scores
But the following day
Totally may slip away
Waking up in the late afternoon
Thinking darkness came too soon
Just in time for the setting sun in sight
The skies slowly turning towards the night
Time once again wasted
I should have stayed in bed instead
How not to worry too much about it all
Since i really cannot time stall?
Decision then to sleep until the next day
And get a clean slate without pay
“Ah, summer was so warm and light!” Gun Roswell
Summer Memories
Looking back, to the time, when the clouds were soft, the sky was blue and the weather warm
Looking back, with yearning, stomach churning, simply because
It was a time of elation, happiness of sorts, when only running around, in very short shorts
Never one worry of freezing or even several times sneezing
Summer, the season I worship
Summer, the time I can in peace sit
Summer, the state of light and colour
Summer, winter really has left me a bummer!
Reminiscing the good times, as always, that is what memories are about
It might have rained sometimes, been even too damned hot, but still I shout
“Summer, please come back again and as soon as possible,
Help me get out of this wintry white hole!”
“Cats have it all – admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it” Rod McKuen
The Girl with The Cat
Would you look at that!
The girl with the cat
Almost like aristocrats
“Mirror, mirror on the camera
The two of us are giving you glamoura’
Soon with us, all will enamoura’ “
The girl and the cat
Posing with a knack
Pretty pictures, are the result of that
“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell
Snowed In
Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint
“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”
Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs
“A sweet filled day today!” Gun Roswell
Coffee and Mousse
A day filled with fun activities
Both solo and a few side kicks
Lot’s of breaks in between
The tables filled with delicacies never seen
Coffee, yes please
And then, what do I see?
Cakes and sweets
All them treats
Then the surprise
I see with my own eyes:
White chocolate mousse
How can I choose?!
Face and tummy filled with goodies
No questions left whether I should eat
Cannot say no to such fine produce
Coffee, cake, and even the chocolate mousse!
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho
Porvoo
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
Colourful old buildings
Even graffiti for the chilling
Some of them may be tilting
Life nothing if not thrilling
“Ride your bike, even in winter” Gun Roswell
Bike ride in winter
Down the slippery slop i go
Never ever wanting to go slow
They say follow the flow
But its a bit difficult in the snow
Riding on the icy roads ahead
Never knowing where the trails lead
But never trailing off from adventure
Even with a few benders and dentures
Summer winter spring or fall
My bike and i will never stall
Peddling away never stopping
Always on the road forward hoping
“It’s still snowing!”Gun Roswell
Snow will fall in winter
Another day in the winter time
As I looked from my window outside
The snow came a pouring again
Like it had done every single day
Maybe i had been delusional before
When thinking it would be sunny and bikini weather all year long
But shoveling snow
Until I was totally bored
Was not on my life’s agenda
When this world I decided to enter
It may look all gorgeous from behind the glass
Snapping images with panacea
But winter wonderland grows old really fast
And today i wish it to only on pictures to last
“That’s my spot!” Sheldon Cooper
That’s My Spot!
I love to travel
I like to work
I am a social kind of extrovert
Life will take me to many places
Different people different spaces
But in the end what matters the most
Is always returning to my favourite post
My Spot
Right, where I left it
