Snow and the very Calm Seaside

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“The snow has landed, literally and figuratively, even if this one here, resides on the sea” Gun Roswell

Snow and the very Calm Seaside

Oh the snow, the snow, the snow, it is everywhere!

No matter where your eyes land or you try to stare!

The glare of it all, when the sun is shining, which is rare, at least during the dark and long winter season hours, lasting for, well, the whole day!

There is no escape, as most of us Northeners now know, you know, from the snow?

Because wherever you just might go, for sure, there will be more snow there too.

As seen on TV, the planet in rather of a turmoil, because, of the, well oil?

So, try to enjoy the time, no matter how cold, wet or whatever other word you might think of, this seasonal cruelty, the Nature itself has directed towards us small humanoid types trying to play ball.

Then again, why not go to space? There is no ice there, right?

The breaking waves

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“The waters are calm today, only gently breaking against the rocky shores, like being no great chore at all” Gun Roswell

The breaking waves

The waters edge, the place where the waves and the land meet, the shores of beyond the rocky terrain, where few feet have trudged, because getting there is hard and difficult, often impossible.

But those who dare, can not stand and stare, after having reached, the sandy beach, and then in awe admire of their perfect score, as the views are not short of magnificent, but time there watching, observing spent short, as the storm will soon be upon and the sandy shores travelled upon will be gone, sunken by the roaring waves to the beyond.

Blue and the Water equals Splash!

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“There is just something about water, especially when in a pool or open sea, which makes this one, wanting into it dive and the real world to flee“ Gun Roswell

Blue and the Water equals Splash!

The waters cold and blue, the weather not really so good, still, wanting to go diving in, just because it might just bring, the much needed refreshing feeling, needed to survive a hectic day.

The sun long since gone, somewhere safe perhaps stored, as it is that time of the season, when the warmth is less so and the reason, for wearing more of the clothing needed simply to survive without heat.

But, when the treat, of a pool on someone’s backyard greets, there is no way, not to take up on the offer, even if shivering cold without the layers of cloth.

And so, without further ado, closing eyes and thinking or summer, finding the warmth from within, while standing there in a skimpy swimsuit, and then, diving into the slightly ice cold blue.

Luckily, the human body is built, with adaptive qualities, and soon enough, the slightly chilly liquid, does not really feel that bad, against the skin warm, as long as staying below the surface, mostly anyway, except maybe the head!

Shadows reflected

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“A family of ducks, did their feathers pluck, in the middle of the lake, which as no fake, and with the serene waters quite still, as the ducks always came there to chill“ Gun Roswell

Shadows reflected

The birds, the insects, even a few daring peoples, usually wandered off to the near by lake, just to take, a surface dive, on the water’s edge, being none to deep, it was easy to simply in the bottom of it to sit, cooling down after a long day doing whatever, but as soon as they had reached the blue liquid place, their minds, totally went into a different state, the same for all the animals, humans and other types alike, nothing to put away the daily strife, but into a calming blue water taking a shallow dive.

A view from the stern of the boat

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“The setting sun left behind, the bow set towards the night, sailing across the high seas, to the pending darkness, but for now, the warmth of the shiny ball is still on our backs“ Gun Roswell

A view from the stern of the boat

The splashing waves causing ripples onto the water’s surface, the sunny rays reflected, without a real purpose, but it does not make it any less appealing, watching the powerful waves, on display, as the boat keeps on moving along, following a set trail, with the sails in full, the blowing winds giving the power needed, to the forward momentum, otherwise the ores would be needed, the manpower alone currently on board, too little to do the deed, thankfully though, Mother Nature has given the means, and so, to her graces we lean, taking us to new lands beyond the horizon, the day ending on this vista, but the next, might just give us more, shiny suns across the board, the blue skies and warm winds, that might just be the score.

Sunset most red

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“Ah, the setting sun, what fun! The most cliched happening of them all, mostly photographed, admired and no wonder, as it is simply gorge!” Gun Roswell

Sunset most red

The sun is setting, against the ocean it is letting, itself fall into deep, deep slumber, dreaming of wonders, as it lies in the great yonder, dreaming of stars and the moon, before it is time for another round, the sun to rise again, to shine beyond them all, brightly in the early morning hours, just after the rain showers of the darkened night, and then only can it shine, like nobody would mind at all.

Night Time Horizon

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“The night time is captivating, both in colour and light, all of them bright in the darkness, much more interesting too” Gun Roswell

Night Time Horizon

The city lights, shining ever so bright, reflected on the waters surface, but no purchase for them to be found, as rippling and swaying, slowly and surely disappearing, into the depths of the darkness, the liquid them consuming, blending into the murky waters, never to be seen again, until the time, when new lights beam upon the shores, as the city skyline will come to life, somewhere there in the far away horizon, long after the sun has been arising, and set for the durance of the dimming night.

Helsinki, Finland

Hiding behind the setting sun

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“The setting sun, is engulfing the sky, painting it red, on the fly, not even trying to hide, blinding those who dare to pry“ Gun Roswell

Hiding behind the setting sun

The red colour the first clue, that of the sun setting for sure

There was no place to hide, from the sun’s light, not even at this stage of its existence before the day’s resistance became too much and as such, the sun needed to go, at least, for the night

There was really no fight, apart from the one final display of power

The skies glowing bright red instead, no hiding from any of it

And then, after the scene, the display most powerful, the sun was gone in an instance

Leaving those small creatures, trying to hide from the show, but only to be able to bow

In front of the magnificence of the celestial body in awe

And soon after night fell, the hiding places plentiful

Need for sure as without light, shining the land brightly

There was no security, for the critters small until dawn

Disappearing one and all, into their lairs familiar

Making sure never to question or doubt, the mighty sun and its dome

The eternal giver of light, warmth, security and in the end the daily show

Night Time Horizon

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Helsinki, Finland


“The night time is captivating, both in colour and light, all of them bright in the darkness, much more interesting too” Gun Roswell

Night Time Horizon

The city lights, shining ever so bright, reflected on the waters surface, but no purchase for them to be found, as rippling and swaying, slowly and surely disappearing, into the depths of the darkness, the liquid them consuming, blending into the murky waters, never to be seen again, until the time, when new lights beam upon the shores, as the city skyline will come to life, somewhere there in the far away horizon, long after the sun has been arising, and set for the durance of the dimming night.

Helsinki, Finland

Hiding behind the setting sun

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“The setting sun, is engulfing the sky, painting it red, on the fly, not even trying to hide, blinding those who dare to pry“ Gun Roswell

Hiding behind the setting sun

The red colour the first clue, that of the sun setting for sure

There was no place to hide, from the sun’s light, not even at this stage of its existence before the day’s resistance became too much and as such, the sun needed to go, at least, for the night

There was really no fight, apart from the one final display of power

The skies glowing bright red instead, no hiding from any of it

And then, after the scene, the display most powerful, the sun was gone in an instance

Leaving those small creatures, trying to hide from the show, but only to be able to bow

In front of the magnificence of the celestial body in awe

And soon after night fell, the hiding places plentiful

Need for sure as without light, shining the land brightly

There was no security, for the critters small until dawn

Disappearing one and all, into their lairs familiar

Making sure never to question or doubt, the mighty sun and its dome

The eternal giver of light, warmth, security and in the end the daily show