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Bled I
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Bled II
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Bled III
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Bled at Dusk
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Bled at night
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Bled at the wakening of the day
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Bled at Blue Hour
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Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
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Happy New Year
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If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
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Dusk, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it.
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Every time you go out on the ice, there are slight flaws. You can always think of something you should have done better. These are the things you must work on.
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Winter Sunrise in Bled
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Winter Sunrise in Bled Timelapse
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Winter sunrise at Lake Bled