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When there is complete silence and only you and nothing else is present, I like to try to stop. Every taken photo has a unique story and emotional context. It tells my personal worldview, or how I interpret the environment.

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Long Walking On An Autumn Sunny Day, When Everything Around Is Already Brown, It's The Most Beautiful Time Of The Year For Me

Long Walking On An Autumn Sunny Day, When Everything Around Is Already Brown, It's The Most Beautiful Time Of The Year For Me

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The First Month Of Autumn - September, Evening, No Filter. It Looks Like The Sky Is On Fire

The First Month Of Autumn - September, Evening, No Filter. It Looks Like The Sky Is On Fire

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Summer, Early Morning. Forest With One Straight Path To The Sea

Summer, Early Morning. Forest With One Straight Path To The Sea

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Summer Evening Chill By The Lake, Looking All Evening To The Fire, It's Such A Beautiful Dance Of Fire

Summer Evening Chill By The Lake, Looking All Evening To The Fire, It's Such A Beautiful Dance Of Fire

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Journey In The Wintertime, By Our Baltic Sea At Night. How Quiet It Looks

Journey In The Wintertime, By Our Baltic Sea At Night. How Quiet It Looks

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Autumn Morning, And It Looks Like Nature By Itself Already Knows, How Trees Will Look Like After A Month

Autumn Morning, And It Looks Like Nature By Itself Already Knows, How Trees Will Look Like After A Month

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Stormy Summer. The Storm Came From Nowhere. This View And These Stairsfilled Me With Knowledge, Of How Powerful Nature Is. It Always Takes Back What Belongs To It: It's Just A Matter Of Time

Stormy Summer. The Storm Came From Nowhere. This View And These Stairsfilled Me With Knowledge, Of How Powerful Nature Is. It Always Takes Back What Belongs To It: It's Just A Matter Of Time

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1 year ago DotsCreated by potrace 1.15, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2017

I really find these stairs to be mysterious. Where do they come from? Where do they go? Only nature knows.

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