Winter morning in the snow

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“Oh winter, you are such a b… Ah, just forget about it, I’ll just deal with it!” Gun Roswell

Winter morning in the snow

It had been quite the night, the freezing weather and the howling winds alike. Not one single moment of sleep, only a nightmarish slumber non too deep. All of this causing fowl mood and slight headache in the early morning hours, and nothing not even the darkest of coffee, was enough to lift the spirits up.

But as I looked out the window, I could see, lots and lots of snow. Gone, was the dull and grey and even if this meant I had to at the handle of a shovel for sometime to slay, to dig out a path from the house. Then it was all good as the crisp clean planes of the snow covered grounds, were now sparkling as the sun had come out.

Even if I openly despise winter as a whole, there is nothing more gorgeous than a clean world outside the widow after a night of storm. As it just might be enough to make even the most cold hearted hater of this, unforgiving yet quite necessary season, quite whole.

The trees are made of white stuff

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“Wintery forest, is quite gorgeous, especially in the morning” Gun Roswell

The trees are made of white stuff

In the early morning, just when the sun is yawning
Step into to the magical realm, where threes of white dwell
The quietness of it all, makes seem like time has stalled
And if you listen really carefully, you can hear the songs
Sung by all those beings making their home in there
Far away from the real worlds disturbing stares
A magical winter wonderland for those true seekers
Whom others might call, total and utter geeks
But you and me, we, both know that what you want to see
Can be much better than what those non-believers redeem
To be hocus-pocus, so never mind, just enjoy the find
As this is as rare as it truly gets, out here

Snowy roads, just ahead

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“A road-trip in the snowy countryside, it is so totally divine!” Gun Roswell

Snowy roads, just ahead

In a hoarse driven buggy or a sleigh, it is all the same, as riding the snowy country roads is a bit of a game. As sometimes the lanes are not cleared from snow, and you might be hanging down a snowblowers tow. The other option is the slippery slope concoction, when the melting weathers, have turned the roads into non-pleasure. But hey, it is a fun kind of a ride, like some wintry exotic slide, as you venture down these snowy paths, it can be quite the blast as long as it lasts.

Mind you, to take a few precautions are good to take, like padded pants and water tight boots, as the bumpier the ride, the sorer the poor behind. So, buckle up, let out the puff and down the fun filled adventure you go! Oh, and one thing more, remember to take some carrots and apples, for the horses who will be doing most to the tackle, slaving away, while dragging your carcass in the cozy comfy sleigh.

Sun reflected, just before the setting

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“It’s an odd effect, up there in the sky, especially during this seasonal time, yes, I am talking about the sun” Gun Roswell


Sun reflected, just before the setting

It was an odd effect to say the least, as the January evening sky, filled with such magnificent light. It wasn’t as bright, as those days of summer’s nights spent, watching the skies, hoping for something great to pass us by. Despite the long-lasting darkness, of the Polar Nights effect, which often frightened us, leaving us void of any contact to the eternally burning bright light high up there, in the stratosphere. Then with that one terrifying thought ever present, the sunshine will never again us warm pleasantly. But, today, all doubt could finally be cast aside, as the blue hues out in the open wide skies, burst into a moment of sunshine, just a few though, before a slow and generous colour of bright red, spread all over, making the horizon look like a priced painting stolen, for all to see. This special treat won’t soon most likely repeat, but until next time, this will leave us feeling, just fine.

Grey clouds over the lake

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“Even if it was hailing and storming or even of a worse fate, I would still make my way to the lake“ Gun Roswell

Grey clouds over the lake

The almighty weather gods, were definitely not, on my very side
On this gloomy day, I had planned to venture, to the open wide
Of the great lake, to possibly, set sail, as it always made me smile
Not because of the sailing itself, even if it was all calming as heck
But the mere feel of the wind on my back and the sun on my face
The freedom of going anywhere else, or then just staying in place
What ever it was to be said, about the waters cool, calming effect
Today, it did not seem to be meant, for me at least, as a big dent
In a form of a weather front, with the biggest of hugs and puffs
As the winds were picking up, howling, and bringing up a gust
Never seen on the side of this lake, or even on the dry of the land
Clearly, it was no made up effect fake, but as I had already planned
To spend the time, here outside, I would not let any kind of weather
Keep me off of my pleasure of a leisure time, down by the lake side
Rain or shine, or even pouring, cats and dogs hailing, I would not care
As this was my time, and what ever happened, I would enjoy myself

Frozen, solid, and preserved over the winter

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“Think of it, as some sort of cryogenic freezing, and that it will wake up, in Spring” Gun Roswell

Frozen, solid, and preserved over the winter

The process so untechnical, involving only the elements natural, the freezing process quite solid in use by nature. And now, the just recently fully blooming plant, was frozen solid where it stands.It is almost as if being preserved for the more warmer, gentler season, hopefully soon, on the rising.

The crystallised form, standing solid and strong even now, glittering in the light of the wintry sun with a strong glow. But be careful, don’t get too close and not to touch it, as it might break, and that would a huge mistake. So, be gentle, and only admire from a far, like the above shinning stars, as that which nature has put in a suspended state, will only come to life again, for those who care to wait.

The cat in the basket

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“Better not to keep all your cars in one basket” Gun Roswell

The cat in the basket

Put the tiny cat in a small basket and that
Would be fun way to go out to the market
The fish being the only and ultimate target
As the small cat, does not care about new hats
But she likes to eat, and the real kings of treat
Would definitely be a stew made up so neat
Filled only with the good kind of meats
The fishy kind of you know what I mean
So hurry the heck up and do not puff too much
The market place usually closes at eight
Do better not be late or there will be hell to pay
And that is not the way to slay your way
To the tiny kittens heart so be ver smart
And go git and buy that precious gift already!

The snowy tracks to follow

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“It’s all covered now, the paths to which ever way, nothing to do now, except to slap on a pair of skis to get moving” Gun Roswell

The snowy tracks to follow

A surprise of a winter, put quite the proverbial splinter on our sides, as all the roads disappeared quickly over night. Now, every which way you look, piles and piles of snow each and every place overtook just in a matter of hours, with all the heavy snowy showers. But even if the regular transports, such as cars, bikes, buses and even trains, would be out of order, leaving the weary traveller in disdain. Well, do I have a perfect solution for you, call it, somewhat, old school.

What is it then, that would let you fly across a snowy mountain? Downhill way, is certainly the best escape, from a regular two or four wheeled ride, when you speed ahead with a smile. Or maybe, the exercising lately, has been neglected somewhat, but with this solution, all those so called problems, will be gone by the end of the day. So, here is the deal: slap on a pair of two wooden planks and strap them into your boots, then add two sticks to gain the forward momentum needed and stability to maintain. Yes, they are also known as skis, so, simple right?

Ride, ride, ride a horse buggy in the fresh snow

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“Snowy and freezing roads ahead, but the buggy, certainly, is a warming bed“ Gun Roswell

Ride, ride, ride a horse buggy in the fresh snow

It may not have been a special occasion at all, at least, not since the days had grown shorter after Fall, but there was just something so great, about a day after, a heavy snow fall. The idea of spending some time out there in nature without care, maybe even, a picnic of a different kind, as just thinking about it, got wide smiles. Packing up the basket, especially the hot beverage. Mittens, shoes and hats, and thick coat at that, then ready and able to hitch that magical ride, outside in the open wide. But also cold, so don’t forget to bundle up and sip some of that old magical warming elixir of life (coffee).

It was a freezing day after all, so remaining warm, was the key, but not so much so, to limit the vision to see. All the snow covered fields and trees, nothing but miles and miles of white to be seen. Certainly, a must on the list, was that one side trip, to the not so open sea, as this time of year it was all invisible and chill. Maybe spot an island or too, and then take a slide on the ice out of the blue. Then again, spotting all that white, yes you guessed it, the colour of the season, of the one simple reason, snow! Might just have been about the coolest thing you ever saw. Or then again, not. But what ever the feeling for winter is, this one thing, at least, you have to try out, because as the buggy moves, you will shout!

Tales of the moon 3 Perspective of the moon

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“But it looks so small, hanging by itself, up there, in the stratosphere” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 3  Perspective of the moon

When looking through the lens, at the night skies mighty and high, something seems quite off or even bent. As the large and wide image, gives the impression that the moon is a small white ball hanging there in the line of scrimmage, like someone had played a game and left it there, hanging without a reference of frame. But as you gaze upon it with your naked eyes, a great and rather big surprise will be revealed, as the moon’s rise, gives the impression of a quite large size planetary object neither hollow nor empty. Changing colour from white to blue to even red, and that, is quite the topic for those who worship this giver of light in the middle of the night. Whether you are a casual watcher of a fanatic worshiper, it is all a matter of perspective, and really has no matter as long as you enjoy what you are seeing and, in the moment being.