Photography
“So, the summer is over and hey, that is just fine alas, the warmth, the colours, nature is still pretty much alive, and so, I urge you to take a hike, a small walk, out there, in the open air!” Gun Roswell
The nature is still out there,
Guess it will always be,
At least that is the hope,
Not a fear,
No summer, doesn’t mean a bummer,
As long as winter stays away!
“It’s the very last day, officially, of Summer, the month ending, summer ending, nature, going to sleep, and soon enough, the snow will be landing, so go, get out there, take a breather amongst the colours of Summer!” Gun Roswell
Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch
“We are all ready for our close-ups, dear photographer, hurry up as soon, we shall all fall into a deep slumber for the Winter” Gun Roswell
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
“The nature soon going to sleep, the August ending, the Summer ending, enjoy it while it’s still alive and well!” Gun Roswell
The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome
“Sometimes, life seems to go by so fast, so, when sailing, take things slow, for once!” Gun Roswell
Speed may be of the essence
But sometimes it is more pleasant
Not to count the seconds
As time spent on a boat should be fun
Not a marathon run
“The yacht or big big ship, whatever the name for it, it’ll fare you across the huge waters!” Gun Roswell
Boats and ships
Fully equipped
For a trip
Filled with fun
Under the sun
Or just a weekend layover
In some other land
Somewhere close
Back by Monday
If you can
“Old school, with paddles, not up the creek but across the lake” Gun Roswell
The boat awaits
So better not hesitate
As even with a slow boat like this one
It’s now or never,
Setting the tone to fun
Rowing away from the land
Well, as far as you can
Even if it’s just across the lake
“There is nothing so old, nor useless you cannot recycle for a new usage” Gun Roswell
A boat filled with flowers
Was a little too crowded for the rowers
So instead, they rode a lawnmower
Before the grass grew any taller
Yeah, it was a sure surprise
For everyone involved
“Just two ships passing each other by, in the very ocean wide” Gun Roswell
It was a calm and hazy early morning, as the two ships emerged without a warning, passing each other close by, as it was planned, but only on the fly. Sailing in from the opposite direction of one and other, only meeting in the middle of the inter section, they hardly had time to meet or even give a proper greet. As simply floating by the other, never touching, only glancing once, maybe twice. But there really was no time to say anything else let alone something nice to the other, as the flow kept on going and there really was no stopping it. A well known fact for both, as they knew that despite their slow motion, it was inevitable for the two of them to meet. But, there was nothing more of an option for them, except this on fleeting moment in time, seeing each other for the first and also last time, as the two slow boats, were just passing each other by, and maybe that was enough, and both of them could be just fine after the chance encounter, perhaps by design.
“Sometimes, life might seem like a dream, while more often times, it just turns out to be, a nightmare, so prepare to – scream!” Gun Roswell
Row, row, row your wee puff-puff boat,
Gently down the narrow yet calm stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life, yeah that ole thing,
Might just be, but some kind of a dream!
Well, unless you wake up
But better just continue paddling just the same
As this might just all be, quite real!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 