Life in the Harbour

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“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell

Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.

So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!

Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for  tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!

Ships passing

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“The sea is calm just after the storm, and now, the ships are moving back and forth again, so what are you waiting for? Let’s go on a boat ride!“ Gun Roswell

The fog, finally clearing from the waters edge, soon something else, there will be wedged. The level of the horizon, I think is the best, and so, gazing into the void intently I can see, there are two boats out there, meeting at sea, something not foreseen, but rather a random happenstance, at least on first glance.

And so, it indeed was a random encounter for sure, as neither of them knew in there they were lured. The change of weather had caught them by surprise, and so, the equipment haywire almost caused the demise. Alas, snap thinking of the captain made them safe and so now, out there in the high seas, the two craft suddenly meet.

But whether it was a change encounter of any kind, the ships meeting, well, it was all just fine. As the greetings exchanged while passing the other, was more than a hello and less than a hugger. And then, each of them back on their own route, to make their way to the other side.

Sunset and the Lake

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“Sunset by the lake, taking a slow boat across the moat, just to watch the spectacle” Gun Roswell

It’s no fake, the setting sun playing, the vivid colours laying all across the sky and land

It’s that time of the day, the setting of the sun at hand

Folks gathered from both near and far, just to have a glimpse of the spectacle, observing with mouths ajar
Those daring, will try to reach the sun and the sky, before it’s too late

Slipping in their boats across the large size moat of a lake, without time to hesitate

Rowing, rowing, rowing their tiny hearts away, just to bask in the display

Fishing boats

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“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell


The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.

As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.

Through the looking glass

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“Mirror, mirror in the wormholes” Gun Roswell


As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall 

The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected 

I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse 
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed 

It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer 
The image is slowly getting clearer 

When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison 
It’s all too different by definition 

But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing 

Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place 

I still carry myself with the same old face 

Wing side above the clouds

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“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell


Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix
Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat
The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high
Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun
The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming
Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view
Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine
Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl
But confident the next stop, will be the pop
Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay
Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find
Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast

Red in the harbour during sunset

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“Sailing away, to far away lands… or at least now, that the sun is setting, getting, home is enough for the weary traveller, right?” Gun Roswell

The setting sun, is the time indicator, time has past flown, and so now, setting the helm towards home, is the best option, perhaps the only option to follow.

As adventure, can always wait, for tomorrow will be another day, for sure, and the lure, of the far away lands always present, never letting the traveller at peace.

So, either a restless night, without sleep, depending of course, how deep, the thoughts of the ventures ahead are, the smart ones, will figure a way, to set sail, even when with little if no sleep.

But before you get in there too deep, remember, to eat, and have plenty of coffee, as the adventure will take time long, at least, until the next sunset is upon.

The utter concentration

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“The dusk setting in, final rays of the sun, painting colours over the water and land, but the pix snappers work is never done, as this is where the fun only just begins” Gun Roswell

That perfect moment, only there for a second, concentration of the essence as the need to capture the very scene, is vital, mental even for the snapper of every which event happening all around and everywhere

Hysterics is the best way to describe the mood, of the snapper, having clicked, way too soon, but sometimes, they might just succeed and the perfect capture is presented right there, on the screen

But, these days, even with all the fancy technology, devices plentiful and always at hand, pun intended, the moments go past so fast, the hand eye coordination cannot fathom what happened and so, the blurry snaps, filling the storage fast

Still, if even one of the millions, is as good, a stamp of approval there should be put, then a happy face on the snapper will replace, the permascwol usually present

Then again, what is considered a good or great snap, is debatable, just check out the facts out there on the world wide internets.

Hanging up here!

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“Look! I’m on top of the world Ma!?” Gun Roswell


I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay 

So here I just hang until the end of the day 

I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken 

Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping 

So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily 

Esplanade – Helsinki 

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“Take a walk around the city, it’s not that big so it will be easy.” Gun Roswell

Down the esplanade
We like to parade
With a gentle sway
For a while in the cafes stay
Until summer will fade
And to indoors we will trade