Photography
“Step right up! But, perhaps take caution, before diving right in, as it’s late in the year and the waters just might be frozen!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge
I made this solemn pledge
To dive in
Even if,
There would be ice thin
Luckily,
This September weather
Is a reminiscent of a soft feather
More so,
Than a rainy autumn
Boy,
Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
“Surprise! There is sunshine in September too, way up North, alas, sometimes, it takes a while for it to rise” Gun Roswell
In a hurry, just, like always, so also, this morning
Trying to beat the traffic and get to the seaside before the dawning
To watch, experience and really enjoy, a spectacle, specially arranged by mother nature
But I am so worried, I will be belated
Alas, as I suspected, the time is not, on my side
As I am trying, towards the goal, as fast as possible, to drive
But, since the other drivers, seem to have, the exact same agenda
I worry, that all this hurry, is only going to leave me in one big surrender
And soon enough, my fears are materialized, as all the cars, come, to a full stop
As if by some great plan, they all halt, right there on the dot
Is it a red light or some other type of strife, I wonder just then
Swearing, cussing, under my breath, hoping, wishing, not too much time to spend
In this state of suspension, my face, in a constant animation
Feelings rising, emotions getting spicy
And then, just as all hope had been cast out the window
The line of vehicles gradually start to move
From the rear view window, I can see the water flow
Closer, and closer I slowly like a snail approach
The sun, rising, the reddish glow, reminiscent of a torch
As I am finally reaching the spot, I quickly find the parking lot
Rushing out of the car, I am running, even if it’s not so far
The pier, where all the viewers are now
In awe, admiring the reflected glow
Of the sun rising in this Autumn morning
Could not have asked for a better view for this dawning
“Ships passing in the distance, the weather grey and dull, as is the sea, no complaints though, sitting here observing life passing by, and waiting for the sun to shine” Gun Roswell
I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer
“I am ready for my close-up dear photographer!” Gun Roswell
Little yellow dandelions
With all the fellow yellow flowers
Powerful, like lions
Growing strong, despite September
Possibly still yellow, come November?
Or then covered with a pile of snow!
“The colour so vivid, so vibrant, like it’s on fire, gorgeous reds all around!” Gun Roswell
Roses are red
And violets are blue
That may be true
But also
The leaves
Of the Autumn
As they heave
Bright red
In the sunlight
Before turning
Well falling
Onto
The ground
How does that sound?
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“ Gun Roswell
There is sunshine, on the other side, the proof delivered by a witness, who dared to peek through the curtain, and then, after seeing the miracle, snapped the picture, as proof!
As of now, the summer is officially over, as September has just reared is ugly head and instead of getting a cooling down situation outside, the plummet in daily temperatures, not to mention all the down pour, has definitely not left any of us scored.
So, even after complaining about the whole too warm summer time, having lasted for such a short while, the winter season is upon, the sunshine, the warmth the greens, all but gone.
Luckily though, in the dreams and pictures, some of it can be relived, when huddling down frozen cold because of as was foretold, it is the season of rain and behold, soon enough – snow!
“Vivid be they, the colours of nature in September” Gun Roswell
Hopeful of a little sunshine
Trying to unwind
Small steps here and there
Enjoying the cool air
Still a little shaky
But no more breaky
The shutter clicking
Nature truly ass-kicking
Every minute an adventure
Bring it on September!
“Not a coffee shop in sight! Oh the plight! No morning nor noon caffein so how am I supposed to keep on living?” Gun Roswell
Heading into the streets
Stumbling on my wobbly feet
But not to worry
I was in no hurry?
Luckily someone
Had left the seat out
And yes, it is that of a coffee shop!
“Sometimes a sugary treat, will turn to be quite evil, even with the fruit and veggie filled meal having been consumed just before.” Gun Roswell
They say it is good for you
Healthy type of food
You must eat it
Possibly, even enjoy it
But who can really resist
The tempting siren song
Of the sugary spawn
Of a glazed donught
They said not to touch
But I really wanted it so much
Sneaking it out
In a hankerchief no less
I must confess
I ate the whole thing
With one big bite
Just out of spite
I really, really enjoyed it
“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s time to say, when and get going again.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 