Winter Wonderland by the Frozen Creek

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“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!

Oh Winter, so cold, crisp and white yet harmonious thou be

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“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

Monochrome in Barcelona

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“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

Monochrome in Paris at night

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“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.

Monochrome and the sunset

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“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.

Monochromatic London Traffic

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“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

Architecture and the Monochrome

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“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

A fortress in the snowy forest

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“Black and white is rather, abstract, agreed for sure, but still something quite tangible just like the fallen snow? Until it melts away!” Gun Roswell


Frost bitten branches and leaves
Above a small dwelling still heave
The wind cold and freezing
Breathing in the throat keeps on wheezing
“This weather, certainly takes your breath away”
Just be careful not too long to stay
Warm mittens and a thick coat
And certainly a woolen scarf for that throat

The silent forest of snow

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“In the past, life was black and white or at least some kind of greyish colouring scheme going on all around the place? I mean, they had yet to invent colour, right?” Gun Roswell


Winter continues with all its muster
Snow pouring down, faster and faster
The forest with its trees covered in light
Powdery crystals in the colour of white
A passageway in front quite clear
Do not hesitate or fear
Take a step into the wonder and delight
And soon you have something about to write

The snow covered trees

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“In the past, life was as black and white as that, right? Just check out the ole movies! Not a hint of colour!” Gun Roswell


Snow covering, all of the land
Just like designed and planned
The Winter’s hand
Lays heavily on each strand
Not one inch de-clutched
Not one place untouched
Nature has made its mark
With a white noiseless bark