“Riding a bike and in winter no less? Well, guess it takes all kinds, huh? The more shall we say, adventurous types?” Gun Roswell
Winter!
And so simply out of spite
I am riding my bike
Mostly enjoying the ride
Even down a very slippery
And extremely frozen slide!
“During winter, it usually snows, a lot and then, the temperatures vary, from frozen to sleet, so ice any one?” Gun Roswell
Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my little finger
Let out, a loud whimper
Oh, what a stinker,
Is this, snowy, frozen, but mostly slippery winter!
“The moon comes out no matter the time of the year, as it has no fear of the chaining times. Simpy be happy it’s out there, each night to shine ever so bright.” Gun Roswell
The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.
And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.
“This time of the year, this, so called winter time is for fun and games? At least, when skating on the iced over lake or creek, whichever just might be nearest wherever you those kinds of things seek.” Gun Roswell
The winter is full of fun filled days, even if there is no nearby lake. Because if the skating time beckons, you can always spot some place frozen over, a body of water nearby, whether it might just be a simple creek, which was just a few days ago, flowing quite free. But not today, as this is the minus degrees weather kind of a time, when all have frozen solid and all you need for some wintery fun, is an old pair of skates and warm clothing and then run, towards the place you seek. As it might just be the good ole creek you plaid water sports in the summer when just a little toddler, but now, as it has frozen completely over, it is as good as place as any, to go skating on the ice, which is solid and nice after all, the winter ball will be held near the there and then, be that bell of a ball who captures the souls of all those party goers at the winter’s fun and games gala, well, at least if you have a big enough fantasy, then hell yes!
“Winter’s art painted all across the lands, fully on display for all to see. Never bland, despite the monochromatic form of it all, white and calm. And yet soon for it all to fade away” Gun Roswell
Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy covered dome
But, when the sun arrives, it paints a triple rainbow
The mere beauty of it all
Will bring you to an utter and complete awe
“Looking up while seated in a bus, on the top deck no less, you will spot all kinds of interesting details!” Gun Roswell
Monochromatic
It’s really electric
Even with only a few colours
You can smell the odours
Of the world of greys
Where all the light
And even shadows stay
Monochromatic
Is the world often seen
But even the plain shades
From white to all the greys
The nuances are there
You just need to stare
And up they pop, in your face
Monochromatic
I am getting quite ecstatic
The dance of light
And the bass of shadow
Never me fail
Just letting it all go
The bright colours
Do not bother me anymore
“The darkening night, with plenty of artificial light, something available in Paris only?” Gun Roswell
The night upon, staying strong, the darkness never scary, so feeling daring, venturing into the streets of the city, because the lights are on, and there are plenty of, all kinds, the paths lit, to the hilt, and ain’t that just sweet, as this is, Paris, the city of lights, or something similar I think I once heard, but yeah, gorgeous, lively and totally cliche, but would not want to kiss any of it, the beat, the people, the ambiance. As only so, in the land of France.
“The sun is always setting, no matter whether in colour just might, even recorded in complete monochromatic format“ Gun Roswell
The sunset is always so totally beautiful and ever so colourful, and thus the experience of the various shades of oranges, yellows and reds, leave a good memory until the one coming next. But, then, when someone makes a change and the spectrum will change to pure grey, the monochromatic way of seeing things on display, what then of the beauty previously seen of this daily phenomena touching our personal screens, as usually, the flashy and burning colours were totally part of this, scheme for hooking up all to glare and cheer.
“Quite dull me thinks!” Some might say upon first glance, of the image taken from the sun setting over the horizon, as the greys may be a tad surprising, not really the full sparkling colours of the spectacle given by this star as going away for the night, which seemingly should be no surprise, but always is. But, after some time, the onlookers starting to see, the colours even if not quite there, in this monochromatic vision of the one who dared to make the decision and snap the image in black and white, even if it might just have given a fright, for most.
“I never travel without my camera. One should always record one’s steps if nothing else than for the future reference, especially during the days of change, even if it’s only, in monochrome” Gun Roswell
Rain, rain, rain
But that dreaded and endless rain
Running down the very drain
But, around in the City of London
Without the feeling of any kind of boredom
As there are too many things to see
My little face, has finally lit up with a glee
“Tall and statuesque, the building made out of glass and steel, the skies pierce with shear will or perhaps it was by design?” Gun Roswell
The greater beauty of the tall high rise
Is when something from the corner of an eye spies
The reflections from the higher skies
The mere stunning light of the sun shine
The colours may have faded
Into a few black and white shades
Some would even call it grey
But the impact remains the same
The tall buildings built in the present
Having the most of the times essence
Looking up in awe in feeble human existence
Standing before us all, without pretense
The modern marvels in monochromatic view
Never disappointing, never leaving in blues
Piercing the skies, this tall high rise
It has a face and a photogenic smile
Rantings Of A Third Kind 