In the aftermath of a blizzard 

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Espoo, Finland

“There is nothing but snow, and more snow, for miles and miles to see, after the blizzard has struck this small city“ Gun Roswell

In the aftermath of a blizzard 

The nightly show, from above was great to look at from behind the glass, separating myself and the mess outside, as all the streets and sidewalks, not to mention porches and front doors, were covered in the stuff which kept on pouring down all night long. So, now, it was the early morning hours and daylight was coming out from each and every crack onward, and the idea of getting out there to inspect the possible damage caused by the downpour, well, getting out the door was the first hurdle, before the actual work would begin. Which was picking up that good old shovel and with each huff and puff, pushing my way out from the small house, now completely surrounded by the white not so powdery stuff, as it was pretty heavy due to the sleet and subsequently following rain of the stormy weather and so, after a few hours, a broken back and basically body, the snow was piled on top of a very tall heap, only hoping for it to stay up there, as most likely, if luck would have it, and I am saying it sarcastically, there would be more dramatically inclined weather on the way and most likely, more of the white stuff coming down and that was well worth the frown on my sweaty and tired snow shovelling face. 

Espoo, Finland

At the end of the pier there is a lighthouse

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Evia, Greece

“There is always a guiding light somewhere around, if you just keep on and look for it“ Gun Roswell

At the end of the pier there is a lighthouse

The light shining ever so brightly, from the tall lighthouse, at the end of the long pier, but do not take it lightly, as this is ever so serious business, as this light, will help all those at sea, trying hard in the darkness to steer, to their familiar home port and to safety, as the mighty waves are getting kind of rough and then there is other stuff to consider too, like those nasty rocks and perhaps all the good ol’ sea monsters lurking around, the light shining brightly now, for those, who cannot find, their common ground. 

But it is not simply a light for the sea dwellers, rather those on land, close to the sandy shores, who are doing their daily chores, but the day so long, as night begins to fall, and the darkness descending all over the land and there is really no way of seeing, even where one stands, so, this lights from the house at the end of a long pier, will help everyone who needs something important to be seeing and so, the blessed light, will turn the tide for each and everyone.

Seated in a lobby setting

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“No matter the day of the week, the optimal seating is a request never to be objected on, even if it might just be, Monday!“ Gun Roswell

Seated in a lobby setting

The day could easily be a Sunday, but any other day will do as long as there is a comfortable seat near by, well that is all a reason needed for any kind of a wide smile. So, whenever break times beckons, the coffee pot ready for the taking, the seats at the window or wherever is the best spot awaiting, then there is noting else to do except to take a seat, after all, admitting defeat in front of a good kind of respite, is no defeat at all, 

After all, a soft bench, a chair or a large size sofa, no matter where, it might lay, a home, a friends house or even the office, the setting most perfect, to take a load off as even the shortest of days, needs a place where to rest, a minuter or few, even an hour if the lure, is strong, and there is nothing really wrong, in wanting to just sit. And if it is a good fit, then why not stay the day, even if it is a working day, as after all, sometimes, we all need to take a load off.

Cat a curious of what’s above

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“The cats are always curious about everything around them, it’s a good thing though!“ Gun Roswell

Cat a curious of what’s above

The cat is a sitting, not spitting, rather straining its neck, trying to figure out what is buzzing above its very head. The small insects or the bigger birds might just be the pesky pests, the cat has of heard. So, alert is it now, its big ears upward straight towards the skies. Perhaps it is even something bigger, like chopper or an airplane, or if even luckier, Supergirl or some such thing. But whatever it is, the cat won’t budge as this is something it enjoys so much. Being on the prowl of something big, something like a prey or whatever its fantasy might just tickle. So, before we judge the curious cat, let’s all look up and what the fuss is about at that. Maybe we see nothing or then something which will our own curious nature just peek, or something see, which we have always tended to seek. Whatever it is, let’s be more like this curious cat, who is relentless in its search for something bigger than a hat. Let’s admire the surroundings and the skies above, who knows, maybe something will drop down!

Red and bikes

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“There is just something about a red painted bike. Perhaps the colour is a warning for those to step back as the sleek vessel slides across the streets” Gun Roswell

Red and bikes

There are so many to choose from, standing there, in the row, two wheeled rides made for the fun of riding around in the city centre wide. But they are mostly the same, part from a missing wheel or other possible dent, so no matter which one you choose, your few coins you won’t lose.

Motorised is the way to go, when the feet are taking it too slow, to peddle around in a the crowds, as the uphills might be a battle and well, even if the sweating would not really matter, it’s better to ride with an electronic device if your own too feet won’t want to carry its kind.

So, it might be discarded, then again not, as maybe this place is simply the parking slot for this small bike in red, as the owner had to go to bed? But, if you are daring to lend it for a short ride, please leave a note or something, to remind the keeper of the bike, it will be returned, just where it was found, right there on the ground.

Peekaboo, I see you all

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“Through the cracks and nooks and crannies, I observe these so called humans doing their thing” Gun Roswell 

Peekaboo, I see you all

Always watching, always looking, forever observing, sometimes even learning, of the things they do, wrong or right, it does not matter, as there is more in the fight to be taught, than watching the simple life passing slowly by. And when the struggle is real, so are the things they all feel, hear and see, and after the battles are over, maybe some of them are stronger for it. But I cannot know that,  as I can only see what is going on, and from that, I can make a few educated guesses, of what the lessons here taught for me, could be. And with that knowledge stored in my memory banks I continue on my on going tasks, the arduous job of never ending as being the watcher all my time spending, and reporting all of it back, to the others still in their learning curve of all things in the universe. Because despite my position of being am observer of life, I am also a teacher of some kind, and hopefully all that which I am, will be used with total care and mistakes for the next ones to spare.

Old school still working though

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“It might be old and busted, even rusted, but it still works just fine, so no need to throw away, am I right?” Gun Roswell

Old school still working though

The old and refurbished whatever it was in the past life, a four wheel drive nevertheless and to confess, some of its parts were cannibalised even from the bikes, not the motorised though, rather the peddling kind, but hey, as long as they all work together in somewhat of a harmony, it all just fine, as this new kind of a transport vessel has now been given new life, from those parts of the ones which came before it.

So, before you judge, this vessel by its cover, or rather the lack there of as it is kind of a hover of a roof on top and nothing much else, but when the heat of summer arrives, this kind of ride will do simply fine, as the air conditioning will always be there, especially when driving, well, somewhat faster than your average kind of a bike. So hop on, enjoy the old school feel of it and perhaps, you too can support this kind of self building, as it is, nature saving in the end.

Star Wars the Mandalorian – Jedi Academy part 2 – new fanfic released on AO3 and FanFiction.net

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I have uploaded the latest two stories of fan fiction on Archive of Our Own and FanFiction.net of the continued original story line of the adventures of The Mandalorian aka Din Djarin and his adopted son Grogu aka Baby Yoda. This is a completely original story line diverging from the Star Wars canon. Pure fan fiction as it were.

Go check them out here on AO3:
The Mandalorian – An alternate ending CH16 (extended version)
The Mandalorian: The Jedi Academy: Part One
The Mandalorian: The Jedi Academy: Part Two
On FanFiction.net:
The Mandalorian – An alternate ending CH16 (extended version)
The Mandalorian: The Jedi Academy: Part One
The Mandalorian: The Jedi Academy: Part Two

Hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. And yes, the story will continue in the fan fiction saga for the Mandalorian, Grogu’s and a host of other character tales!

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Nope! Definitely turning back!

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“There is just too much of it out there, and it gets all over and everywhere, the cold and wet stuff and no, I am not talking about sand!“ Gun Roswell

Nope! Definitely turning back!

The door now open, a bit anyway, as it was way too early in the morning, for anything else. But, as the footfall landed onto the first step, the view hitting back, was nothing cheerful or gorgeous, nothing even closely reminiscent of a winter wonderland. It was simply a horrid view of the white stuff, which had apparently taken over the world. And so, the idea of being out there hurled, getting a deep dive into the white stuff, the clothing and footwear clearly not enough to support the poor skin from the forces of nature currently lurking just around the corner there, even having made it impossible to find a way out of the home lair, never mind the car, which seemed hard enough to find. So, why the hell would one want to venture out there, into the cold and dampness of it all. The winter had finally won, if not the eternal war, then at least this round and then thinking before moving forward, the mind set. Yeah, definitely, it was the best call to turn back!

Green leaves in monochrome 

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“The green is a colour of monochrome, so why not make it in grey” Gun Roswell 

Green leaves in monochrome 

The lush of all the gorgeous greens, in various shades of the colours can be seen, but when the season hits, when the green colour is the very hit, the world will look and feel, pretty monochromatic at best, the colours albeit restful, can be seen as one single syllable dull, monochromatic in nature, literally, and they will take over the world, just like the snow fell upon and everywhere during winter season, summer will be the lush green grey without too much of a reason. And so, turning the one single colour of green, to something more closely seen, as the symbol of the monochrome theme, albeit equally as vivid and lush, even if only mentioned in hushed tones, as the one and full grey, never really could slay, the palette of the liking of everyday, and therefore not a popular choice as the voice of those in the grey’s corner, are usually more quieter than the rest. So, even if you love the lushness of all the greens, perhaps having a more open minded approach, a variation to the theme and try to let the grey shades in?