Like chess pieces awaiting the next move in a game played between man and god.
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A day of rolling clouds and sunshine, a world heritage site and a camera. The rest is just a question of pointing and hoping. Please respect the copyright of the photographer.
About Me
- gateway1
- Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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- Softly fades the mark of man's hands on the stone.
- Breaking through and making roots.
- "Fred don't! You will only start a fight, just ign...
- Tales from the river bank in autumn.
- The rolling wave of the changing season passes acr...
- Like ghosts out of history, frosted by time's pass...
- Lost in the view, we sometimes do not see the awai...
- When reality and faith meet, enlightenment sheds i...
- In a world of reflections, we sometimes wander lost.
- Reflections on the pathway.
- Control of the tides of nature by man.
- Where idols once stood.
- Against the backdrop of man's religious folly, nat...
- While the hand of man falls, nature rebuilds.
- Slowly nature takes back her own.
- In the glories to creation we build, blind alley w...
- The light of the universe floods the darkness of m...
- Like chess pieces awaiting the next move in a game...
- Bridging the space over still running water, the h...
- Returning visits bring new views,slowly changing b...
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