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de-preciated: “ (via / The Sun & Shadows 太陽と影 by Kent Shiraishi) The wonderful scenery of Hokkaido during winter is made by hills, trees, snow, the sun and shadows. Moreover, you can see.



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i LOVE this photo. i actually feel like i am in the ocean water at floating at peace with the sea.

Autunno in Central Park a New York City

Questi 25 miracoli della natura vi lasceranno senza fiato. La n°8 dovrai guardare meglio per capire.

WondersOnly: New York Central Park in Autumn.my mom's favorite place in NYC!


Reminds me of the chapel in Schladming, Austria where I went to school. The Snow Church is the oldest structure in Yosemite Valley. It was designed by Charles Geddes, an accomplished church architect from San Francisco.

Stunning photo taken January 2013 by Oskar Zapirain. It has a lovely sense of rhythm in the repetition of vertical lines from the trees, interrupted by scattered birds flying across.

Infrared Woods Over Bessho Onsen

Overhead In Bessho Onsen Forest. White trees look like snow drifting down from a perfectly pink sky. Mauve melts into fuchsia and purple in a magnificent example of color in nature.

le'bridge by vLixoz.deviantart.com on @deviantART

The water reflection in this picture is what truly makes this photo appealing. The design of the bridge allows the reflection to create a complete oval, balancing the photo.

Waiting ........:::::::::::

Their is just something about a rainy day that makes me think about life. Sitting alone, in the rain is the place be when you're feeling a bit introspective. Who said rainy days weren't beautiful?

“Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare limbed trees. Far below, the deeping combe with our village in the heart of it. My whole world for nearly a decade has been contained in that place – and now the village of Duns is so small. I hold up my hand, form a circle with my fingers. Now the distant village seems a child’s plaything that I can hold in my own hand, wreathed in gossamer mist.” — from the novel Sinful Folk

Oh the places you'll go. The paths that you'll walk and the things you will see