Some kind of window view (from the past)

“Take a peek through the ole looking glass and tell me what you see” Gun Roswell

Some kind of window view (from the past)

The view from a window, found somewhere in the midst of a travelling on the low, in an old school village, built by some ancestral people settling there before time itself was founded, well, at least so many years ago, cannot even make the count, but it does not matter, as this was all someone’s home and now, a treasure trove for us, so called modern people.

But, as you take a seat inside the shadowy home, the darkness the main event, no matter if the sun is still shining, the window sill beckoning, to take a peek to the outside, finding no people, no streets, only calming vistas, the homestead from a long ago, peaceful.

Staring through the looking glass, visions from the past emerge, the children playing, the animals roaming without restraints, simple life, simple times, it was all back then, the sense of family and belonging, across the times spent, at least in the imagination of the onlooker.

Rocking around the warm fire (old school style)

“Somewhere in ancient times, people used to hang around the open fires, in the darkened rooms, rocking the night away, in a chair“ Gun Roswell 

Rocking around the warm fire (old school style)

The old school home, with its old school decor and old school ways odd spending the evening, at home, quietly, together, the whole family seated in a circle, around the open, warming fire, the matriarch of the family, in her rocking chair, sharing all them stories from the distant past, just like it was, the tradition since way back, the oral history shared to all, as at some point, the very duty would fall, onto the children when all grown up and so the circle of life continued, in the olden days.

Old barn holds its own charge  

“The ancient looking barn, might look a tad worn, but it’s still in charge, storing treasures on the inside?” Gun Roswell 

Old barn holds its own charge  

It may look somewhat, run down, but before you frown, just take a look inside, because it looks totally fine, and as to the why this is so?

Well, it might just be, because it was all refurbished, well, just a tad, nothing too rad, just the inside modernised and the outside left as it once was.


And so now, the lesson learnt, which is even old school dwellings can be turned, to liveable quarters and more, just because, tearing down something beautiful, is never a good option.

Dinner time in ancient times

“The daily meal, at the end of a very long working day, was the one to be had with family, in the ancient times” Gun Roswell

Dinner time in ancient times

The daily grind in the fields are done, as farming is the livelihood, for this specific family, living in the neighbourhood, well, not that there really is one, just a small splattering of hard working families doing their thing to get through life in the harsh world of the past.

And so, gathering around the large table of the small cottage they all live in, the meal prepared from their own doings, the land providing all that which is needed, just the get by, to be fed to be able to carry on their farming, on the land around them. As the circle of life of the past, keeps rolling, along each passing day.

Two Towers

Rhodes, Greece

“Two towers still standing tall, built in ancient times, but look at them, they are simply fine” Gun Roswell

Two Towers

Brick, by brick, they were laid, by those whom came before us, releasing their visions, of a strong and memorable construct, for the ages to last, no matter what nature and time would throw at the two, they would survive and they should, lasting up and til these days, because the secrets the walls of these two tall towers are able to tell, well, you only need to stay close enough to touch and so much, will be shared.

A Tower of a House, but a Cafe

Seurasaari, Helsinki, Finland


“The tall slim building, sits on top of the hill, but not just any old structure, but a cafe, of sorts“ Gun Roswell

A Tower of a House, but a Cafe

The angle quite strange, the house, top heavy, but sturdy just plenty, as it has lasted for hundreds of years, having been hauled over from some other place.

And so, here it stands, in all its beauty, and all its glory, the old house, refurbished as a home, but also, a place of business, for those venturing to the historical island, and after some walking, become rather thirsty.

The cafe as the house doubles as, will give the weary traveller plenty, of options including the steaming dark liquid, but pastries and other delights.

Feeling somewhat peckish? Thirsty perhaps?

Step in, take a load off and enjoy the ancient ambiance!

The delicate window

Seurasaari, Helsinki

“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell

The delicate window

Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle? 

Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast. 

And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.

Some kind of window view (from the past)

Seurasaari, Helsinki

“Take a peek through the ole looking glass and tell me what you see” Gun Roswell

Some kind of window view (from the past)

The view from a window, found somewhere in the midst of a travelling on the low, in an old school village, built by some ancestral people settling there before time itself was founded, well, at least so many years ago, cannot even make the count, but it does not matter, as this was all someone’s home and now, a treasure trove for us, so called modern people.

But, as you take a seat inside the shadowy home, the darkness the main event, no matter if the sun is still shining, the window sill beckoning, to take a peek to the outside, finding no people, no streets, only calming vistas, the homestead from a long ago, peaceful.

Staring through the looking glass, visions from the past emerge, the children playing, the animals roaming without restraints, simple life, simple times, it was all back then, the sense of family and belonging, across the times spent, at least in the imagination of the onlooker.

Enter the realm of the unknown

Seurasaari, Helsinki

“Dare to enter the realm of the old, the history, just be bold!” Gun Roswell 

Enter the realm of the unknown 

The entrance is finally open, so there really is no stopping, from anyone wanting to enter, this tempting realm, finally available for all those interested in getting to know, whatever happened before.

As going through this doorway of sorts, you will be entering the past, the very old, places from beyond our own time, been thrown back some few hundred years, but no worries, no fears, as getting stuck in there, will not happen here, not during the brief trip, unless… you trip.

The option is there, if you from the path away steer, so heed this warning with leer, the instructions are quite clear, stay on the marked path, as long as the tour lasts, venture away, and forever on the other side, in the past, your stay might just last.

After that, only through the looking glass will you be able to follow the lives of the modern world, as the observer, never a part of either side of the life, stuck in limbo, in the middle of the two realms, the past and the very now.

Handprints on the pavement


“The handprints of those whom dared to build the road, long ahead” Gun Roswell 

Handprints on the pavement

The structure made of concrete

The dreamer builders whom did not sleep

Building their roads, long and winding 

Leaving their marking, the prints of their making

Hands, as it stands 

Even names, preserved forever in the construction 

Never to be removed, still no distraction

When stepping on the stones

Making one’s way back home 

The road ahead holding and strong

Even after long since having crossed

The bridge to the afterlife

The gift of the ancient builders still lasts

The testimony of time 

But perhaps not a drill of the modern kind?