“The world is filled with so much colour, so better add some black and white to it!” Gun Roswell
Cloud Building in the High Skies
Is it a mirage?
A clever camouflage?
What ever the cause
You can only applause
Cloud Building in the High Skies
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White and the shadows
“The contrasts between light and shadow, black and white, darkness and bright are quite breathtaking” Gun Roswell
White and the shadows
The starkness of the non coloured smooth surfaces, the edges and points of the darkening shadows, causing spikes of interest in the corner of the onlookers eyes. The plain fields filled with nothing and also everything, even with the lack of colour, only the changing of light making the non permanent fixtures wherever they strike. And, for the careful observer, there is much more there than that to be found, as the patterns hidden slowly start to emerge from the top to the ground, and sometimes even surge up from all the levels never reachable until visible with the changing of day and night.
The continuous struggle, the fight of coming to life, whether a shadow or a blip of light, continues on the walls of eternity, for those whom seek to see, as without the struggle there would be no light nor shadow, simply a whole plain of greys, but then again, maybe some of us could find the nuances and structures inside those planes as well. It is simply the matter of searching and then finding out what those are, as it really is, mostly art and that is a good start.
An alien looking construct
“The unicoloured monochromatic construct reaching for the dark skies… could this be built by ancient aliens or simply futuristic humans?“ Gun Roswell
An alien looking construct
Touching the sky, ever so lightly, and perhaps because of that it is radiating the brightest of lights, even with the material concrete, but it is no more or no less illuminating, reflecting ever so softly, all that pretty light from the above skies.
Some say, it was built by ancients from the very past, built so it would last the testament of time, while others claim in one loud chime, that it just popped up there only yesterday like child’s play, but it does not really matter when or whom it was which structured the building, not painted or guilds, as it certainly is a beacon for us all, standing ever so tall.
So, what remains for us mere mortals to do, is to simply look up and this construct adore, give it the adoration it deserves and bask, bask away in the guiding light as it all blurs, into the surrounding neighbourhood.
Against the Wall
“Whether leaning against it, wailing for sorrow or perhaps just painting it in various colours, the wall made of bricks is still standing tall“ Gun Roswell
Against the Wall
Lean against it, you won’t fall, because this sturdy made wall of a thing, won’t let it happen, made long ago, built to last, those people from the past, knew you would need it, for the shelter, a cover from the harsh winds, or just a shade from the bright sun, or perhaps to a hideout, from whomever was on the look out, for the one who did not want to be found, standing their ground in the shadow of the tall wall, never to fall.
Monochrome on Monday
“So, we meet again! My dearest, not! Monday! Why can’t you be gone already?” Gun Roswell
Monochrome on Monday
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 