Ships on the yard

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“The ships on the yard? Well, guess it is true, that any port you can call home… is something something!” Gun Roswell

Ships on the yard

The old and discarded, wooden and made ships, on their sides left to lay, on the back yard no less, apparently having become obsolete and useless after some fashionable new ones had taken their place, what a waste!

Then again, isn’t that the way of the present day? But, if there was a way to restore these old school vessels, the beauty still there, even under all the dirt and old paint, the effort too big to take on? Anyone?

But for now, it seems, that those craft are left for all to be seen, as nothing more than a rotting pile of useless junk, making a good hiding place for the mice and even a few skunks, after all, the animals seem to be able to recycle old stuff, so why not us? 

Elements of the beach

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“The elements both natural and man made, as observed from the coolest of shades” Gun Roswell 

Elements of the beach

The sandy shores, never a bore for the ever vigilant observer of nature, the elements found, simply by looking around, head turning all across the expanse of the beach, nothing ever out of reach, many an interesting elements to be found, just looking up and from the ground.

The water, always blue and inviting, the skies with a similar hue, fluffy cloud formations floating by, when the eyes look at the ever so highs.

When too much it gets, then the glance down let, observe the ground beneath found, the rock covering the dirt, but don’t get your feet hurt, wear flip flops when venturing to the shore, never a bore, with the waves crashing to the soft sand, just feel it with your hand.

The pier man made, concrete or wooden, it’s all the same, the construct pushing ever outward to the high seas, walk down there and the even you can see, out there over the great sea.

Ocean views

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“A room with a view, of an ocean blue, what else can one ask in life?” Gun Roswell

Ocean views

The blues calling from the ocean deep, the soft waves washing a shore, the sandy beach nothing of a bore, with the skies open wide, the sun but a big smile, the warm fresh air, leaving no one in despair, beckoning the weary traveller to take a chance, as long as the days will last, to make their way to the side, where the water meets the sky, the feeling a thought, taking off the very ground and flying ever so high, like some sort of a fancy kind of kite. 

Only this is the dream, even if it all so real seems, eyes wide, looking at what was left behind, on the sandy beach, the body still stands, waiting for the fancy flight to somewhere land, but it seems, that the freedom of it all, lasted way too long, and now, it will never come back again, the idea, the thought, the dream, all gone, lost in the gentle winds over the ocean, the empty vessel remaining on the shores, watching the ocean soar, while the fancy flight of the thought up there in the blue skies will roar. 

The water, the rock, the sunshine

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“The elements of life, well, at least part of them, mostly those used for a great summer’s break“ Gun Roswell

The water, the rock, the sunshine

The spring of life, the cool blue stuff, the liquid so clear, you can see through it, and the best thing of it is, that you can actually drink it, bathe in it and simply, lull yourself to sleep while floating on it, truly the multipurpose tool for any kind of fool in need of some relief from whatever kind of ailment.

The rock, hard as they come, an element, none too fun, but good to be used as another kind of tool, like hammering down a nail or using it to cover up a trail, whatever use basically thought of, even a house built, well, sort of, but also, a great place to sit on, when all other furniture fails.

The sun, shining above, the warmth, the bright rays, the light, all of it combined, what a great surprise, after such a long while of remaining in total darkness, and so, for the duration of a season, perhaps more, the shining sun, sometimes a bore, mostly though, praised by lore, will be the one keeping up the spirits of those seeking its audience.

Sunset reflected

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Rhodos, Greece

“The cliched sunset is always fun to watch, no matter where its reflected at, each surface playing an important role” Gun Roswell

Sunset reflected

Multicoloured reflections over each and every surface, searching for a momentary purchase, before slowly fading away into the darkening of the night, just like each and every day, the circle continues, most of the times.

Inside those reflections, images from the distant past and nearing future, tethered together with invisible sutures in this precious moment of every colourfully reflective and warming ray of light.

The grind of the day will soon be laid to bed, following the sun’s set, a respite for the weary for a while sleeping, under the darkening skies of the pending of the night.

And even if those moments of the gorgeous scenery of the setting sun might soon be a memory laid to rest in the past, alas easily conjured up, wherever and whenever needed.

After all, not all days are filled with glorious sunshine, not to mention the after play of a sunset, onto the minds of the lowly reflected, and needed is a reminder, there will be light after the long moments of darkness.

Sailing across the high seas

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Helsinki, Finland

“Sailing across the high seas, just to a long lingering curiosity to please, that is the life, am I right, next stop, becoming a pirate?“ Gun Roswell

Sailing across the high seas

The calm cool blue waves, out there for none too long stay, as when the stormy clouds are upon, the winds are picking up and they will become quite strong, and that my fellow sailers, is when things can start to go horribly wrong!

Hoist the sails, do not fail! This is the time to really take things seriously, as getting the even smaller size vessel to move with the winds, is a tricky kind of a thing! As changing the course, and coming about, with a heavy load, well, listen to the Italian captain’s orders and you will know: Virata! Virata!

Finally taking a break, when the winds settle, and the calm begins, the sun on the back and the soft wind on the sails, there really is no better moment than gliding on those soft waves, across the high seas and into foreign lands, well, at least, from coast to coast according to the maps, even you might the daring nature lack!

Next stop, pirate island, hey, taking the high land and then some real fun!

Parasol

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“The sun filled times are here again, at least, when looking at old pictures, taking me back to times when, travel was still on the agenda and fun, especially getting to a place, totally filled with sun” Gun Roswell

Parasol

Under the sol, the scorching one, you the one, which can be a lot of fun, especially for us pale types, whom only see the burning ball of light, during some summer nights (this is totally true), but mostly it is just dark and gloomy and blue (which is fine too) but now, when the summer flows slowly but surely into the days so boring, it is nice to see some bright colours and light (so what if it shines all through the night) for a short while, as this will help some of us to smile and even dare going outside, alas, never forgetting the effects, this special effect high up in the sky will do to our poorly grown skins, and so, taking precautions, and staying cautiously under the parasol, as even if not standing in the straight sun light, the shade still has the word of the might inside and thus remaining in the cover safely and soundly, there is the option in saying rather proudly, that I stayed outside, in the world wide, under the sun, even if it was really and only under the parasol.

Leaves

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“There are leaves across the skies, seemingly alive” Gun Roswell

Leaves

The leaves, which never fall, no matter spring, summer, winter or even fall

They keep on hanging there, being for ever green, the pretties anywhere seen

And then when the sun turns up to shine, against the coolest of blue skies

There are vibrations of various kind, the other colours, seen just again the dust

Even the very soft fluffiness of them reflected, against the blue up in the sky

And as the eyes do spy, all those sudden elements hidden there, on the inside 

What a surprise, for the weary observer of nature, never fully understanding the nature

Of those mundane leaves, which sometimes in the soft winds start to heave

But still are able, a most permanent mark on a person leave, just by seeing them be

Oh so quiet and calm!

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“The ocean beckons to  be explored, but today, I feel like such a bore, and simply want to rest for a while longer, on top of the calming waves” Gun Roswell

Oh so quiet and calm!

The calming of the waves, as soon as I my head will lay, on top of the smoothing surface at any, body gently floating, as it is coping, with this overly gentle place, searching for a state of mind, which out there is really hard to find, the peace, the quiet, the calm, but here it is all so clear, when lulled to sleep, on these calming waves, as even after all the fight of the day, this is where I finally want to stay, on top of the soft material, even if not a bed of any kind, I need my rest and so, this state is the one not to debate, whether or not, and so, with eyes closed tightly, I concentrate, still floating above the edge, the mind at rest, thoughts all gone, no sounds or images to explore, only the calm and quiet surrounding, this unruly mind and body, without counting the passing time, and that is all simply fine.

Blue seats for a Blue Sunday

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Crete, Greece

“The blues can continue all through the week, and so, when we seek solace, it can be found inside the blues, so take a load of, on a seat so blue and let the blues wash over you“ Gun Roswell

Blue seats for a Blue Sunday

The Sunday is once again upon us, the working week, finally done, feeling like a bunched up sponge with all the energy having been sucked out, like the wraith had had their fun and now, forgotten all the supposed puns about that, but I digress and so, the idea of getting a respite even if feeling the Sunday blues, as per usual, because it is the end of a short era, a week now done and done with, even if it may not have been the most fun I had with, but today on this Sunday, I am able to have a respite and dwell inside the blues, sit on my seat I did eventually choose and now surrounded by the whole electric feel of the blues, skies, seas and my seat, for this day, are a perfect cheat for the mind wondering, before Monday rears its head once again and a new era of a week will begin.