Nightly windows and doors, locked

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Madrid, Spain

“There is always something interesting behind closed doors and covered windows, the curious mind wanting to have a look-see” Gun Roswell

Nightly windows and doors, locked

The doors and windows closed tightly shut

Then again, why the hell not?

It is night time and the darkness creeps people out

Wanting to shelter themselves and there ruts

But, sometimes there is this sensation of a must

The need to peek inside, even if just to have a smile

And perhaps something totally odd there to find

But even it was just something simple like life

Then that too could be as fine

As the Peeping One inside of every single one

Will want to know, how the other side goes

Is there something totally sad and bad there?

Or just some people snoring for the next day?

Perhaps a party or a more daring orgy?

Or maybe something totally outer worldly?

Whatever the thing is lurking behind the closed entrances

Rest assure, they will be seen by a lurker

Hanging around like a stalker with their snapper ready

The everyday persons paparazzi, a hunter nazi

Getting their kicks, but then again, no matter how sick

This might sound to most of us, you too, will want to know

As seen on the many televised shows

Madrid, Spain

Rainbow city vibes

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Madrid, Spain

“The night time is great for a walkabout the town, especially when in a new place and wanting to explore it all” Gun Roswell

Rainbow city vibes

The city darkened for the night, and if it wasn’t for the many coloured lights, it might be quite the fright for the uninitiated traveller, to step outside into the great unknown open wide.

But if you think about it, and let the great explorer in you take flight, then you just might enjoy the nuances of it all, the new and the old and even blue with a great big smile.

Take the plunge, phaser set to for fun, as the tall streets inviting, with all the rainbow coloured lighting beckons the timid and the courageous for a walkabout, around town, giving up that permanent frown as the night is filled with exploration, in this stranger of a nation.

Up and down the streets to travel, snapping pix of all kinds of apparel, basically, whatever strange and new, even old, be bold and approach, not with caution, but with curiosity, and take it all in with a stride, let your heart sing, as this is new territory, for you at least, and then later on, there will be time for a feast. 

Madrid, Spain

Ships meeting at high seas

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Greece

“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

Ships meeting at high seas

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.

Pillars of the queendom 

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Athens, Greece

“They are the very essence of the structure, the very base of it standing, keeping things up and perhaps even running“ Gun Roswell 

Pillars of the queendom 

The rough looking ancient construct, not much to look at, not anymore anyway, but they are still standing there, smaller than before, albeit in somewhat of a rubble state, still keeping it all together as they are the tether, the glue, the very basis of the structure and so, despite the demise of the general of the house, some of it is still present today, even if the builders let it fall into a disarray, la long time ago. But thanks to these bold pillars still going on strong, building upon them to gently restore, the home of those who came before, is but an task so much motor easier than anticipated. And so without too much of hesitation, a new life is finally given to them, and when completed, this building too will stand tall and for a very long time, soon becoming a steppingstone so fine, a baseline of sorts,  for a whole queendom to be brought forth, the old and the new coming together, joined at the pillars with the invisible tether, standing in the same place, possibly even forever.

Small island life 

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Verbania, Italy

“It would be nice to live on a small island in the middle of nowhere much, then again, I might miss some creature comforts” Gun Roswell

Small island life 

The island beckoning, small as it is, the town with only two buildings and a few people there, the rest of it just trees and sandy shores totally free as far as eyes can see, well, at least, for the short stretch, as this is a minuscule island resort, far away from the highlands, and that is fine, as this land might be small, but it’s not crowded and that makes me smile, as all the vile of the big city, never made me feel giddy, not like this place does, and without any kind of fuss, being oneself the key, these people don’t care or flee, even if sometimes in your underwear you like to sprint across the main street, not a feat though as the distance is quite short, pretty much the diameter the island across. And even if this might not be a permanent residence, there is nothing so good sometimes rouging it out, the creature comforts soon forgotten, as the peace and quiet caresses the senses on the verge of total stress, the small island life, can be a strife, but also, a great big reward, if you balance it all right.

Standing Guard

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London, UK

“The one standing guard, watching over their estate, forever present” Gun Roswell

Standing Guard

Always there, always present, ever vigilant and alert, forever watching over those under their protection, and times passing do not change, the one single task, this one was for made.

But this was not always the case as in the very past, there was nobody there, watching over those  in peril, as times were hard and without the guard, they could not defend themselves from whatever was coming their way, and never really able their heads in rest lay.

Then, someone with courage stepped forth, making sure, that all of those living under their court, would be protected against whatever their way just might have been thrown, and in those times, as in modern times too, there were lots of culprits totally bad to fend against, which is kind of sad.

And so, from that point on, this on guardian, the watcher of the dwelling below, would stand tall, even in the after life, having become a monument during the cause of time, the job of the guard will never be done, keeping the eye on those under their protection, even if it were to be someone staying only for while.

The Blue and the River

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Brazil, River Negro

“The river is blue as is the mood, of those travelling along the waves soothing “ Gun Roswell

The blue and the river

The river painted in the colour of blue, by the clouds and the moment, which came too soon, the setting of the sun combining the elements of water and air, creating a totally new hue, the blues, as some of us like to call it. 

And in this moment, of the blues, everything stalls, even the view, the small boat making its way back home to a safe harbour, but before it will arrive to its home space, it too, will halt all movement, just for the sake of the moment of the blues.

And that is simply because everything and everyone is affected and totally drawn to the phenomena as no-one can it resist, no matter how hard they would want to try, but nobody ever does. 

Why? 

Simply, because it exists, in time, in space, everywhere and each and every day it will be there. 

Well, almost. 

And then, after the stolen moment has gone with a blink of an eye, the blues, all of it, disappearing, into the nothingness it came from, and only then, it all moves on, time and the night fall.

Up on the windowsill 

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“The old buildings with the mysterious windows are inviting to peek inside” Gun Roswell 

Up on the windowsill 

Eyes spied, an intriguing window, just up there on the wall off on ancient building, filled with so much history but also something of a mystery, as there inside of the very building ,could be hidden something very unique and special, at least, in your imagination if you really let it run totally wild, just like back in the day you were that small child, never afraid to explore the great unknown, even if told not to.

And, if you go with that fantasy, where the truth is never quite revealed, then imagine all the wondrous possibilities of what just might be hidden inside the walls bordered by the mysterious windowsills and reflections of those secrets painted across the glass, is an opportunity the curious mind die not want to pass, never mind if you never try to enter the inside, simply rely on that mind and let the big adventure begin.

So, do not be afraid, simply go to that pleasure stage, and take the first peek, inside of that window there up on the sill, get your fill of the magical quest, and maybe if you want, share with the rest of us, what it was you found there inside

Top of the hill and slope side we reside

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Greece

“There is always someone on the top, while the rest of us remain in the steep slope“ Gun Roswell

Top of the hill and slope side we reside

The top of the hill, was never crowded, as those making their way there, were never the loudest, only those ones whom shouted in silence, their experiences and achievements gone unnoticed, but thanks to that, the imprint on the world was nevertheless left behind by them and so, feeling light and without the weight of anything holding them back, they would manage to climb up the tallest of mountains, or even hills, and just there by themselves chill, while the rest of the loud mouths, whom loved to shout about things they are about to do, always the noise and the babble going on of something or somewhat how, they would manage to get things done, at least at some point in time, but also, biding their time, when the more silent types, would do the deeds and then be there ready and prepared, to take the credit for all things shared, still, even if they were seen like the somebodies they wanted to be seen as, they somehow lost the ability to climb, with all the heavy, weighing them down. 

So, that is the reason why the top hill is always silent and still, and void of mostly anyone, and the slippery slopes, and the sides keep on filling with wannabes and those, who would want to do, but never quite got into the groove, but still managed to loudly shout.

Greece

Sunset reflected on the surface

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Greece

“The sun setting over the horizon, the colours so vivid and living, well, it’s a cliche isn’t it, but I like it nevertheless“ Gun Roswell

Sunset reflected on the surface

The sun is always fun, the warmth, the light, the comfort of knowing it is there, alas, when the night is close and it is time to fall to sleep, the sun will also make its way into the deep, at least, from the point of view of those watching the setting of the gas giant, as the horizon gives us the illusion, there is a place of magic perhaps, where all these planetary objects lay until the very next day, when they are once again the dominant ones in the high skies, the main one of course, being that of the sun, its mighty power and shine, cannot beat not even the best of wines and so, once again, when the reflections of the light particles inside the rays, start to reflect off of each and every surface and then, us small dwellers, can bask in this light once again, until the circle is complete and the sun will compete for the dominance against the moon, while loosing and going to sleep, until rising the very next day again.