Blue Wintery Scene

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“The white turned to blue suddenly, in the moment of hue of the night fall of winter” Gun Roswell

Blue Wintery Scene

The late of the evening, or rather just after midday as the polar nights in this region were causing the daylight, to be as scarce as water in Sahara, and so, the night fall would happen in the middle of the day rather than in the evening as usually did during the brightest of days of summer. But before this little ditty becomes a total bummer, then let’s just jump back to the topic of night fall, and the moment of blue as it was totally painting some really gorgeous views while the never revealed sun of winter had been seen, still, it was reflecting from somewhere between the thick layer of white clouds up in the skies, making the white powdery stuff to fall down. And even if it was all over and everywhere, covering the lot, the weather too, somewhat of a shock, the cold crispy air, still, it was a pretty fair scenery, that the weather gods had painted so for now, there really was no complaining, at least not to this snapper of pics.

The tall shadows of winter

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“The tall shadows of a low hanging sun in the winter time look gorgeous, but scary too”
Gun Roswell 

The tall shadows of winter

First snow fell, heavily onto big piles, all over, the grey ground
Not one single spot of dirt, or other matter, was there, to be found
And as the sun started shining, on one slow afternoon leaving
Tall shadows across the snow in its wake, making shiny sparkles
Like tiny little diamonds, so gorgeous, that all those of us looking
At them, could for a fading moment enjoy the captivating spell
Of this one and bright winters day, after the long and cruel darkness
Broken if only for a tiny fraction of time, and then feeling fine
Almost divine, until it was once again, completely, and totally dark
But even after the bright sun was gone, remaining only, was
That one and hopeful spark, that one day soon, after the moon
Had gone to sleep, the sun would come back, and then maybe, stay
Forever, and then all of us dwellers could spend all of their days
Counting the newly formed, and various kind of shapely shadows
Sometimes tall, more often times short, but the hope of the light
No matter if it was shining bright, was in their own hearts, forever

Peekaboo, through the wintery view

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“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell

Peekaboo, through the wintery view

A forestry type setting
As the son slowly letting
The change of something
Quite new and alluring
White and crispy clean
Still untouched not seen
The view from behind
The trees to a divine
Setting from a fairytale
Which is not for sale
And lasting only for a while
And then it’s gone with a cry
But even if you manage somehow
To capture the image right no
You can see much more
Than any picture has in store
A moment of perfection
Fleeting by to a direction
New and most likely fine

A buggy ride in the wintry forest

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“A horse, a carriage, some snow, a few trees, the road ahead free, certainly a concoction for a fun filled glee”

A buggy ride in the wintry forest

The snowed in forest, in the early morning hours, was a place for not a first choice visit, as the snow covered roads leading to the fields, were a chore, even for a four wheeler, let alone a short kind of bi-pedestrian being. The prospect of getting stuck or buried, in the piles and piles of cold snow which was slowly but surely filling all the land only yesterday seemingly covered with sand, as of now the white crisp blanket of winter had been lain upon all.

Then a soft whinny sounded from the barn just outside, and the lamp above the biped’s head, lit up like the decorated xmas shed, indicating an idea had formed, and perhaps the road ahead, could be more easily thread, in a carriage by a horse led. After all, it was the perfect weather for an excursion out to the wilderness, or at least to the nearby fields, and perhaps have a wintry picnic out there in the cold. 

So feeling bold, packing up a basket and bundling up in warm clothes, taking out the buggy and the four legged equine, the ride ready for the day, hopping in the horse driven sleigh and out there driving, destination not so minding, after all, this was done on the whim, and the snowy rim, simply beckoning for a deep dive in.

The blue side of the moon

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“The moon in the blue sky – isn’t it a tad too early for it to be showing?“ Gun Roswell

The blue side of the moon

It was still too early, the skies all blue and surly, as if being unaware of the stalker out there, doing its thing, even if it was not the time for the moon to sing. So, the question remained as to why this keeper of light of the darkened night, was now out there at this time of day and in plain sight no less, rather careless on its part?

Investigating this odd behaviour seemed rather moot, as getting up there in the tall heavens themselves and asking the question even was rather difficult without a spaceship or even a rocket. But, maybe, simply observing the skies for a moment, an hour, a day, even a month, would give some insight as to the why.

But, after a week the skies remaining blue and sleek, and the moon? Well, it too had emerged there, each and every day, as if proving it could and there was no further dismay of that happening. So, the thing now, for the mere mortals below, as to accept the simple fact, that the moon behaved like it wanted, and despite being out there with the sun, there was no harm to those remaining on the ground.

The lesson learnt here might have been, to simply accept, adore what up there can be seen, even if it is a moon in broad daylight, just keep looking at it, and smile!

Last of the leaves to fall

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“The last ones always do hang on for dear life until the very end, funny that is though“ Gun Roswell

Last of the leaves to fall

The autumn soon passing as it like nothing else is forever lasting, the leaves of the season, turning to faded colours, soon to take the deep dive onto the ground, where a pile will only be found before the turning to dirt and dust, because it is a must, the circle never ending even if on this day, the leaves still spending their time on the branches in a surprise set of sunshine. But if tomorrow will bring some wind and rain, those leaves will be stained with prickles of water and then, they too will falter and take the plunge, into the ground as it was predetermined from the experience of the same thing happening over and over again, the circular fashion and the life span of anything in nature really, and so, these leaves too realising freely, that it is the only way. And maybe not to take it as a dismay, rather the sense of being reborn, come next time, the spring and warmth and then from the very dust and rain, blooming again, in a new way, in colours lush green, prettier than ever seen.

Hog of the Hedge

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“Let’s take care of *all* the animals out there, ya hear!” Gun Roswell

Hog of the Hedge

The tiny animal with knives sharp spikes on their back, sounds terrifying right? But as a matter of fact, they are a cuddle little thing, someone who turns up in the early spring and then runs around the garden all summer long. When comes the Fall, it will curl up to the smallest of balls, and then sleeps all Winter long until it is once again time for the upon coming Summer to prepare and that is where this tiny mammal will find their spot, right there, under the ray of sun warming up.

But, a gentle reminder, if you care to spot a hedgehog, then best place is really close to any kind of shrubbery or bushes. Still, the camouflage of this animal as optimal, so, maybe be very careful as to where your delicate fingers you will stick as the defence mechanism of the hog are those sharper than teeth kind of spikes at the back and prick your easily they will, intending really no harm, but hey, if you go poking about, then be prepared as it is their defence!

Burning brightly with all kinds of reds

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“The Autumn is the most colorful season a pix snapper could wish for, as nature is positively glowing with brightly hued shades of all reds” Gun Roswell 

Burning brightly with all kinds of reds 

The fall of summer, did not turn out to be a bummer after all, as all the great colours, came out for the ball of a festival, arranged special, to celebrate the turning of season, surely a very good reason to do just that. After all, wouldn’t anyone get a tad bored, of all the green in control, over the whole of the summer, and it seems, they still are trying to hold on, despite the colder weather having a grasp of the nights long at last. But, that does not really matter as the fact of it is, that one without the other won’t exist, but, they cannot do so, all at once. So, in the natural order of things, each of them will have to take turns when they will their arias sing, as the cold blues and whites will own the winter time, the greenish tints starting from spring until summer and when the autumn finally falls, all the fiery best are released as the harvest feasts, turn all of nature to a mild wild fire of reds. And that is the joy of the season of fall.

Sighting Hill

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“There is a lot of activity up them tall hills, be that from this planet here or maybe from somewhere else, who knows, but still quite interested in finding that out am I, so guess, it’s time to fly or hike, up that slippery slope of a hill” Gun Roswell

Sighting Hill 

The hill up ahead, strong and bold, standing tall, right there in front of us, weary travellers, watching in awe as the stories told, coming alive right in front of us. The tales of myths recited of others coming to this place, some of them like us, some more exotic and from far away places. But whatever the case or rather the truth behind all the colourful tales told, most of us here now standing below, were already sold at well, at “this is an odd tale” kind of a pitch. So, taking a hike towards this gorgeous rock we, the adventurers never intend to stop, until reaching that very top and finding out for our very selves, whether these storied told are as true as those who did the sales. Soon enough, climbing up the very rocky face of the tall, tall hill, trying to reach the perfect spot to observe and take in, all the sights below and those, shown also from above, the skies, the space and all of it out there, which ever way eyes can see and ears can hear, all of it in front of us and then, maybe, if we are lucky, we will get to meet those other travellers, from the very beyond, and exchange stories of the Sighting Hill.

A day by the seaside to smile

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“A day or two by the seaside will make you brand new, that, is totally true, unless swallowed by a shark, har har😜” Gun Roswell 

A day by the seaside to smile

The one day of the year, waking up to the knowledge, that I am finally answering the calling, of the  waters some times storming, often times calm. But no matter what the weather will be like, I am still going to set my sails high, on the land still, and walk that long path, until I reach the beach, the shores of the sea. As today is my special day out there to flee, all my troubles and worries and get lost out there, at the sea, well, at least, staying on the shore and watching the sea, because without a boat there is only so far you can be. So the sandy beach, is enough for me to reach, that feeling of the ocean waves, the calming effect I am only able to get, while at the waters edge. And so today, I will my insides slay and become one with nature, let go off all that hatred, and when back home at the end of the day retuning, the constant churning of the inside is gone and for the next year, I can be somewhat calm, until at least the very next storm (enter smirk).