Going Fishing Today

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“Fishing? Is that some kind of a new trend? Well, I’m in!“ Gun Roswell

Going Fishing Today

Got my poles, got my lures, got my ensemble of clothing for the chore, and the best part, got my fishing hat. After all, that, is the most important part of the whole plan. Right? Well, it’s not really the catch that counts, rather the time spent, even if it might be borrowed as a well meant break, for what the sake, of just getting out there, in nature by the seashore, because that is never, ever a bore, not for me, for you see, I doo love, the sea.

And after all, the fishies won’t get fooled, by that silly outfit, because they can easily resist, those earth worms squirming at the end of the hook, just one look, and they could comment; “Bargain basement lures, hey, we are not fooled down in this extra large pool, so go and get your feast, somewhere else, please, we will swim along now, so don’t have a cow, literally!”.

Well, maybe not in quite those words, but hey, the message was heard, loud and clear, and for me, personally, I don’t care, as I love sitting in the sun, sipping of my cup, eating my sandwiches in peace and quiet for once and that, is the real lure, pun intended, of this outing, at the seashore, by the end of the pier, where I am enjoying my day off, even if I don’t much score, fish wise. But hey, I have a big smile on my otherwise sour face, thanks to this great place!

Ancient mansions

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“They are made of stone, to withstand the testament of time, just wish my house was that fine!” Gun Roswell

Ancient mansions

The ancient builders, hauled around the heavy boulders, just to erect monuments, which would easily surpass the tearing forces of time. Those buildings are still around and standing, some of them just fine while others, might be reduced to piles. But, what ever they were doing, must have been quite right, as still after al the years gone by, with wars and other destruction happening each and every while. We can still see them, all over the world, some of them protected for the herds. But most of all, they are there for us new folk as both a reminder of what humans can accomplish but also, the beautifully detailed architecture to admire.

Wooden frames, never the same

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“Old discarded buildings made out of wood, gently merging to the landscape, back to the earth from wheres they came, as they should, not too lame, huh?” Gun Roswell

Wooden frames, never the same

The island barren with only a few standing trees, but the houses they were building, out of wood you see, as the idea was to never make them be forever there, but only for the while as the dwellers stayed and lived their lives, in small hives. And now into rest they may finally lay, in the long and lingering process of decay. But do not feel sad or even sorry or for nature worry. As all that which was built from the land, by the land and with a lending human hand, will once again merge with the earth, as per rust to dust, or what ever the old saying. It is just a matter of time before they are all laid in, and one, with the ground. Then, in no time, soon to sprout, new trees, will be standing there instead, oh so proud.

Moments that I wish to freeze

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“There are those few times, I wish I could freeze, and permanently in a safety box keep“
Gun Roswell

Moments that I wish to freeze

There are those times, that I wish to totally forget, to erase completely, never up to let them surface again from the depths of my mind. Even if the tape of my life, sometimes, wants back to the beginning rewind.

But then, a few special moments containing small gems, appear, without any warning, fracturing the tough veneer, but without scaring the tough exterior of a shield. Only leaving fluff and fondness in its wake, simply for the sake, of spreading good feelings and memories, frozen in space and time, for me to find, when the world around, gets too unkind.

Cats in a row, taking it slow

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“The cats know how to take thins slow, taking their time and enjoying, life” Gun Roswell

Cats in a row, taking it slow

Wherever in the world you go, there is one thing in common to show, and that is, that all the cats, either seated in a row, or not, they all are really taking things slow. And, it is almost like if they would know, the secret to life, as they sit there, all quiet, without worries, cares or other types, and they simply, enjoy, life.

So, why can’t we follow their lead and just go out there, maybe on the pier. Sit in neat rows, watching the boats, and not have a worry in life? This could be so totally fine, right?

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

Look out!

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“Look, through the window, look outside, into, the open world wide!” Gun Roswell

Look out!

Above these fluffiest of clouds, ever so high
Life, all the way so fast, passing me by
On these biggest of wings, on the fly
Looking out, for any and all of the signs
Of maybe, some kind of, extraordinary life
But, for me, here, today, the only thing I can see
Are the endless mountains and maybe, the sea

In the open waters of the far away archipelago
On an barren island, totally for myself, borrowed
The life, is passing by, so utterly and unbelievable slow
The weather constantly changing, from sun to flow
Of so much rain, against all of the open windows
And, without much of anything, really to do
On this forsaken world and in my small bungalow

A suburban afternoon, spent, inside as once again, barred
From the common place of a playground, on the large yard
So, the only pass time for now, is to watch the life, through
My oh so very small and shadowed window, with a view
But, the place, is seemingly at least for today, deserted
As there are simply, no people or any kind of sounds, reverberated
Through the concrete build, of this community, of suburbia

Waiting, once again, same as every day, for the always delayed lift
After a long and really hard (and absolutely shitty) work shift
Feeling bored, and maybe, this is really not the time for any of it
But I am always interested, in any kind of happening, totally hip
So, once again, spending time, watching, through the panoramic windows
As the lift car downwards shifts and I am able to better see the show
Starting on the streets, at this hour of the ever, life so interesting, I go
And join the others there, instead of just standing by the window and stare

Phone home already!

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“What the hell kind of box is this? A telephone? With a cord, do people still use these?” Gun Roswell

Phone home already!

The odd box of a thing, somewhat similar to that one on the show, which I used to watch, but painted in a way more cheerful colour you could almost smell the odour of the yellowish flower it reminded me of. The open and inviting door, to a tiny room of a space, the windows covering all the walls, and it doesn’t really feel that cramped or that small. But, what is most curious there, is an odd object, latched on to the back of the stall, a cord hanging loose with a plastic gadget at the end, something reminiscent of what I have in the past seen. In my youth so to speak, but hey, the age of it I won’t leak, but that is beside the point as this funny thing of a magical joint, can actually make you talk with people far far away. And today, that is exactly what I am going to play, as I insert the coin, which is another point to bring up, archaic things to discuss, alas today, the topic is this box, with the call home device to clarify and all odds to defy, I will place a call home.

Sunday at the Beach

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“Nothing better, like a day at the beach, laying lazily, on a padded seat“ Gun Roswell

Sunday at the Beach

Sundays, really are the best days, forget all them days rest
As this is the one day, you can do what ever you may
Without too much of a thought, when acting like a sloth
Trying not too much to worry, about the next day, being sorry
That during, nothing got done and only having some needed fun
But hey, do not worry, as what is, but one single day off
And then, letting your hair hang loose, and not needing to choose
Whether a loose pair of the flip flops, are ´totally a proper pair
Of some kind of everywhere kind of accepted footwear
So, be, that one and total fool, and go and play it really cool
And head out to the that one special place, where there is no doubt
You can just be, the one being, without actually been seen
As a total jackass, for not always, working off their own ass
Relax, enjoy, your worries off deploy and take a load off
For today is that one day of a Sunday, and don’t need to show off

Travel to the Farm

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“There is just something, of so much fun, when getting to the countryside, to get undone “
Gun Roswell

Travel to the Farm

The day ahead, looking really good, from this, bigger size town shed
When packing up the car, with food, proper clothing and even a tent
Because today, the country side beckoned, for a quite memorable event
Even if this was something, done quite often, despite a lot of time there spent

The drive, went pretty fast, as the farm, was not that far, just down the road
But never the less, getting there, with even all the prepare, was never a bore
As all the small and big things waiting there, were not just the country fair
But a whole plethora of exiting stuff, this town group could not get off enough

Animals, of various types, some of the soft and cuddly, some more scary types
With large horns sticking from their sides, or maybe just thinking of the large vehicles
Such as tractors on the open fields plowing and doing what ever needed doing
And to these city folk, this was always so exotic, that you would like to get there stuck