Leslie Jordan passed away and our world is a less better place. He was a proud native Chattanoogan who went to Brainerd High School and University of…
Rest In Power Leslie Jordan
Rest In Power Leslie Jordan (repost Tony Burgess blog)
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The concentration of a photographer
“The dusk setting in, final rays of the sun, painting colours over the water and land, but the pix snappers work is never done, as this is where the fun only just begins” Gun Roswell
The concentration of a photographer
That perfect moment, only there for a second, concentration of the essence as the need to capture the very scene, is vital, mental even for the snapper of every which event happening all around and everywhere
Hysterics is the best way to describe the mood, of the snapper, having clicked, way too soon, but sometimes, they might just succeed and the perfect capture is presented right there, on the screen
But, these days, even with all the fancy technology, devices plentiful and always at hand, pun intended, the moments go past so fast, the hand eye coordination cannot fathom what happened and so, the blurry snaps, filling the storage fast
Still, if even one of the millions, is as good, a stamp of approval there should be put, then a happy face on the snapper will replace, the permascwol usually present
Then again, what is considered a good or great snap, is debatable, just check out the facts out there on the world wide internets.
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Night Time Horizon
“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.
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Hiding behind the setting sun
“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
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The Palm Tree and the Fortress
“The vistas from a picture perfect postcard, the trees of palm surrounding the ancient built fortresses, something you don’t every day see, at least, not way up here, in the North, the land of cold“ Gun Roswell
The Palm Tree and the Fortress
A perfect view caught the eye of the weary pix snapper, while strolling along the streets of the unknown, but interesting city, the vistas each giving more to the traveller than ever been able to even imagine.
Appreciating the scenery, some of it from nature itself, some made by those ancients, who came before us, leaving a legacy, still standing strong after times passed for so long, remaining there for a moment longer, and so, enjoying them all, before they too might be gone.
The humble pic snapper trying to preserve in pictures, places from beyond, for those coming after to be able to appreciate, making them too see, that some things are worth preserving, after all.
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The Metro, a subway, the tube, the underground…
“Take a ride on the train, running underground! What fun can there be found!?” Gun Roswell
The Metro, a subway, the tube, the underground…
The ride quite simple, just purchase a ticket and what for the arrival of the long or short train, depending on the time of the day.
But as you are waiting on the platform, many a people are there to form, even a brief line before stepping inside the waiting car, of the train going deep, under the ground, it’s in the name of it right?
But what a sight, all the unexpected things, or then not, depending on the points of view and what one really expected.
Still, if you are a casual stroller, then simply enjoy the ride, even if just for the heck of it, going around and around, right there under ground!
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The delicate window
“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.
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Reflected in a sparkly glass
“It’s some kind of philosophical reflection, of the very life, passing by, but reflected in a simple contract, a glass filled, with liquid“ Gun Roswell
Reflected in a sparkly glass
The setting sun, the wavy waters, life, as we know it, all of it contained, in a single glass, of some kind of liquid, sparkly at that, bubbly even, like some of the people only can be, but that is not the point which the onlooker seeks, rather looking in deeper.
And as they find out, that is only half of what there is to see, because if looking really carefully into the swirling liquid inside the glass, letting the old imagination loose, closing the trick filled eyes and what wonders can you really spy.
Mysteries from the past, the lives lived on these oceans, those people, watching the setting sun, just like the one, seeing the reflections now in the glass by the window sill, taking in the fill of what there is to see, behind the mind’s eye.
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The colours of autumn in Suburbia
“The colours so vibrant it hurts the onlookers head, well, sometimes, but hey, just enjoy them for now as snow will fall soon enough!“ Gun Roswell
The colours of autumn in Suburbia
Suburbia coming to life with these colours being ever so bright.
Never mind, the pouring rain, the plain and same ole colour of grey, the dominant for this season, at least where the skies are concerned.
Glance around, prance even if this is the time you have found to do so.
As this flow of nature, is at its very end, almost reaching the winter season, and then it is time to spend indoors, hoping the walls and floors will keep you warm!
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Seated in the shade on a sunny day
“Sitting in the cooling shade, even if I’m going to be late, from Sunday” Gun Roswell
Seated in the shade on a sunny day
The sunshine on a Sunday is always great, but then again, when it gets too hot, then it’s no longer so, and the best place to rest, or at least have a respite, is under the shade on a seat made for that special place. And so, the whole day, might just be well spent, seated under the protective shade avoiding all movement at all, but mostly, avoiding the brightly lit sun and the encompassing heat, and ain’t that simply neat.
But if such a seat might not be found, anywhere even if looking around and everywhere, there is still no scare as daring, into the sunny outside, can also be very nice, at least for a short while, until the heat starts to defeat one and that will soon be 5he end of fun, and the option remaining is to simply run and to quickly find, a spot outside of the sunny shine, preferably in a shady spot, well, then the day would continue smoothly once again, and the rest of the day could be spent, in the calming shade.
