Flaky flakes, on the windowsill remain

“The wintery wonders right there on my windowsill, pretty little flakes forming all kinds of cool shapes“ Gun Roswell

The cold weather had made its point, the rain from before turned into snow and hale, and then freezing onto the windowsill, creating tiny stars of ice, looking very nice. And of course they do as they are made to look like tiny stars, glittering and blinking in the cold winter’s early morning sun light ever so bright, making the onlooker smile.

Beautiful things the nature will spin, weather wise, no matter rain, snow or ice, there will always be something totally pretty left behind, right there on the windowsill for the casual viewer to look at, and that is a matter of fact, even if the lack of warm weather might cause some chills for the patrons of the nature kind of art.

But no matter the weather, there is really something so very special about the cold and the icy sparks attached tote surface of the window, as they will not there too long hold, so keep on admiring the view reserved only for a few moments in time until the chime of warmer weather starts to rise and then they are gone for good.

Crossing the Icy Lake

“A cold and crispy day, but sunshine warming up the display of the outside looking inviting, for a stroll on the lake“ Gun Roswell

The sunny day beckoned towards the open waters, only they weren’t as open this time of year, rather frozen solid like the rest of nature.

The snow covering the surface of ice, thick, which in a way is safe and nice, especially for those taking a shortcut across the lake.

The tracks there found  by so many others gone there before, taking a leisurely stroll or hurrying to work, and the one perk of enjoying the scenery while doing so.

But for those having the time, simply enjoying the warming sunshine in the midst of the coldest of winters, is something totally divine.

Riding bikes in Winter times?

“It’s just like riding a bike! Guess it is just that! Only this time around, it’s done in the freshly fallen snow!” Gun Roswell

The several bikes under the tree taking cover from the winter’s deep and tormenting lash of snow, but that is just what it looks like from far away, as these bikes are here to stay, and even totally slay the snows of the winter, never ever fearing the weather, as they have been permanently tethered to this land of cold by their very riders so bold.

So for now, riding along, no matter spring, summer, fall or winter, these bikes and their riders are fierce and do not mind a challenge, not even something bad or ominous foretold. As they take their two wheelers out there, in the open air, peddling gingerly away, as they are not the ones long in one place to stay. And so, no matter the heavy snow fall, the bikes and their bikers stand tall, against the weather gods.

Of course, the shovel is a necessary tool, when packing for the wintery cold, as digging out from the cover light sometimes, cannot be done by hand and well, that might be the only negative, or then it is the ice roads. Then again, spikes to the wheels and thinking of the snow pushing as a sport, the nothing can go wrong for these winter riders.

Slippery, on the Winter Road

“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!

Winter, has landed over suburban land

“It’s that time again, winter! Lasting for the next, say six or more months! Not fun!!!” Gun Roswell

Cold, quite white and certainly monochrome
Nature silent under the newly made snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
(at least sometimes it does)
And that beauty, will bring you to an awe

The cold hand of winter’s land

“The winter is the cruelest season of them all, at least, that is the way it was described before” Gun Roswell

The cold hand of winter’s land

Everything deeply buried in the cold air and frozen snow and ice, which admittedly looks very nice, when not having to shovel the stuff or slip and break something off. But, the snow and ice is also a cover, a sort of a shelter against the cold weather, especially for the nature and the delicate seeds and those animals whom are deeply in their winter sleep. So, before going off and scolding all that snow and ice, which mostly, is not that nice for the human dweller, there is something good about this season as well, like the protectiveness to nature it gives. But also the pretty and gorgeous vistas of the snowy fields and forests, the statuesque contracts when a snow storm has passed and left behind all kinds of things looking artsy and nice. And of course, for those appreciating the ever changes scenery, us, the card carrying photo snappers never weary of getting ourselves out here and taking the perfect pic, this winter’s season will give a lot of slack, and you don’t even have to walk far, as it’s all there, even on the back yard. But, it’s pretty cold outside, most of the time in winter, so dress up warm to avoid the cold hand, of the dreary winter.

Sunny but cold (it’s winter after all!)

“The sun is shining, but it’s cold, so cold, and so the ice is not melting!” Gun Roswell

Sunny but cold (it’s winter after all!)

The waters frozen solid, the winter’s cold bite none too torrid at least not to those dressed in winter wear when headed to the lake, because a cold you would hate to get.

Going ice skating, wind sailing, even skiing, car racing?
Basically whatever your little heart desires, as it’s all fun and hating to remain inside on such a gorgeous sunny day.

And so head out there and the winter slay, at least proverbially as there really is no reason to stay indoors, the sports alone never a chore.

Snow fall

“Sometimes snow falls, onto the tall branches out there in the forest, where it’s all quiet” Gun Roswell 

Snow fall

The perks of winter, getting a new kind of wardrobe, at least over nature, covered all in the fluffy material, called snow, and just for show, it made its way all over and everywhere, not one single spot having been soared.

Deep in the forest, trees of the tallest too had their fair share of the snowy fall, together building a temporary but still solid wall, at least a visual one as it wasn’t impenetrable after all, simply there because and getting through becoming a sport of sorts.

Those athletic types skiing through them all, making more snow fall in their wake, but luckily the softness albeit cold and damp, never hurting those properly clad.

The big divider

“The line must be drawn here, no farther, or then we have to walk more!“ Gun Roswell

The big divider

The one single file line, almost as if drawn across the land, even if it was just snow or sand, but it’s clearly there, dividing it all, the dirt, the water even the ice and snow, and it was just lain there in a straight kind of way, by the winds blowing. And well, that was just nature showing, it can do what it pleases and with ease too, and well, if you wanted to choose, on which side you would take your stand? Well, know that no matter what the choice, you would always loose. That is just the way this game is played and so, better just in the middle stay, close to the line on either side, as it is considered the great divider, literally and figuratively. But if you want to bluff a bit, and not take any sides, at least, not so the it shows, then don’t cross that line, rather stay just a tad behind and then, when the situation gets really tough, with one simple hop, you might just be able to remedy that situation and be on the right side of the line once again, depending from which way you are looking from of course, as there is always a thing, the unpredictable thing, but hey, it’s all a game of chance anyway, so either you loose or slay, there is really no between in the divider.

Flaky on the windowsill

“The wintery wonders right there on my windowsill, pretty little flakes forming all kinds of cool shapes“ Gun Roswell

Flaky on the windowsill

The cold weather had made its point, the rain from before turned into snow and hale, and then freezing onto the windowsill, creating tiny stars of ice, looking very nice. And of course they do as they are made to look like tiny stars, glittering and blinking in the cold winter’s early morning sun light ever so bright, making the onlooker smile.

Beautiful things the nature will spin, weather wise, no matter rain, snow or ice, there will always be something totally pretty left behind, right there on the windowsill for the casual viewer to look at, and that is a matter of fact, even if the lack of warm weather might cause some chills for the patrons of the nature kind of art.

But no matter the weather, there is really something so very special about the cold and the icy sparks attached tote surface of the window, as they will not there too long hold, so keep on admiring the view reserved only for a few moments in time until the chime of warmer weather starts to rise and then they are gone for good.