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Barbara · 23 Nature · Poetry · Winter · Music

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The storm is coming. (by Varvara P.)  Ionian Sea, 12/1/2014

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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Photo by Varvara P.

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The three sisters. (by Varvara P.)

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Oh deer! (by Varvara P.)

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A gorgeous day in the Highlands. (by Varvara P.)

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Sandwood Bay nr Cape Wrath, old viking landing point.

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Trending: Lonely Houses Part Deux 

Last October, editor Jeanne Modderman noticed an influx of secluded house photos coming into Nat Geo’s photo community Your Shot. They were beautiful in their solitude and simplicity. She has since seen more of these lone houses submitted and decided they were too good to pass up without another post.

Click here to see the photos from Lonely Houses Part One.

Photographs by James Rushforth, Erwan Le Roux, Victor Tregubov, Franco Cappellari, M. Alajeel,vladislav gavrilovski, Dale Johnson, Luigi Alesi, Sarawut Intarob

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Top Shot: The Arrival

Top Shot features the photo with the most votes from the previous day’s Daily Dozen. The Daily Dozen is 12 photos chosen by the Your Shot editors each day from thousands of recent uploads. Our community has the chance to vote for their favorite from the selection.

A fishermen’s boat is going back home in Reine, Lofoten Islands (Norway), under a fierce winter storm. Photograph by Maurizio De Rosa

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The North Face

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For those of you who have been asking about prints, here’s the link: 

http://society6.com/forrestmankins/prints?show=new

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Wallace Monument (by Varvara P.)   Stirling, Scotland

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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. - John Muir (by Varvara P.)

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Elena Shumilova

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Weak and tired,

she is weeping.

Her heart down her sleeve

is slipping.

Alone in the dark,

she is creeping.

Sorrow her skin

is ripping.

Only the sea can set her free,

wash away the pain.

Silent she waits beneath the tree,

until she meets the sea again.

- Veturinn

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Ice Age.