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Where: St Moritz, Switzerland

Who took the picture: My father

The story behind the picture: When I looked out from our cabin on the high-speed train, the mountains rose from the ground which was littered with snow and barren trees. They reached up high and their tips frosted in snow touched the overcast clouds up above. I saw people walking through the frosted snow underneath the shining sky, wrapped up in many layers to protect themselves from the bitter cold. In the distance, I could see a house with many windows and all I could do was wonder what festivities were taking place just a hill away. Perhaps they were celebrating ‘Samichalaus’ (St Nicholas’ Day) and maybe, there would be Epiphany carol singers visiting the house later on.

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The wonders of Nature, Zhang Yilai (8A3)

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The wonders of Nature, Zhang Yilai (8A3)

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Zhang Yilai
As I strolled through the exhibitions, I introduced my eye to the alluring enigmatic marine animals swimming in the ghostly blue aquarium. Outside the exhibit is a completely different world: dazzling greenery has conquered the land where behemothic explosions of cotton candy filled the sky. On the riverbank is tranquil scenery of emerald green trees with a splash of Autumn red. The crunching sound of soft sand broke my daydream in the paradisiacal flora, a crocodile came ashore. The compressed air bubbles in the sand flew out to freedom as the heavy foot of the crocodile dented the delicate sand, making a euphonious song. I am going to enjoy myself here immensely as this could be my final time in River Safari.

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The story behind the photo: The soaring bird, the golden sand as soft as silk, the sweltering skies not a single cloud to be seen. The ultramarine ocean reflecting the blinding sun created a lustrous and illuminating view that I could never forget.  This photo was taken while my family and I were visiting my grandpa's favourite place recently after he had passed away; the atmosphere of this location is remarkably nostalgic and memorable. There is something so welcoming and homely about this certain beach which makes me never want to leave, but now we can't even go.

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Beautiful and stunning, I gazed out at the array of colours painted behind the islands as I watched the morning sun peek out from under the blanket of water. A small smile spread across my face. In the distance, a melodious sound flowed through the gentle breeze as the birds, too, had awoken. Looking down, I saw how cheeky the wind was, teasing the waves this early. Like summoned by my thoughts, a playful breeze wrapped around me. I stood there for a while enjoying my own company, content to let my thoughts melt away into the salty morning air.

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Phuket, Thailand - Dylan Hughes 8B2
This was taken in Phuket, Thailand taken by my mom. The story behind this photo is the sun reflecting on the ocean. It was a bewildering sunset with the vibrant colours in the sky on horizon. The sand was as mellow as a pillow and as elastic as a trampoline.  There was a ray of sun going down the ocean and ending a the very small island that I was on. Small waves came crashing onto the shore creating the most stress relieving noise and there were many crabs scurrying around the sand and into their tiny holes under the sand. There were many boats docking in as the sun slowly set in the distance.

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Thea Tamsitt  Nozawa Onsen : a picturesque, Japanese village nestled in the mountains. Only a 2.5 hour bullet train from the populous metropolis known as, Tokyo. Here, meandering streets were framed by quaint houses above which snow crystals formed like daggers ready for the kill. A myriad snowflakes waltzing through the air, loitering for only a moment before dissolving into the abyss of the pristine, white landscape devoured by the niveous horizon. By day, we lavished the chase of the challenge and the thrill of the win attempting to conquer the mighty slopes and the silvery mountain peaks. By night, the therapeutic heat of the Onsen reenergised our fatigued muscles. This photo captures that time of day when one pleasure was over, and the other one was yet to begin.

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Thea Tamsitt  Nozawa Onsen : a picturesque, Japanese village nestled in the mountains. Only a 2.5 hour bullet train from the populous metropolis known as, Tokyo. Here, meandering streets were framed by quaint houses above which snow crystals formed like daggers ready for the kill. A myriad snowflakes waltzing through the air, loitering for only a moment before dissolving into the abyss of the pristine, white landscape devoured by the niveous horizon. By day, we lavished the chase of the challenge and the thrill of the win attempting to conquer the mighty slopes and the silvery mountain peaks. By night, the therapeutic heat of the Onsen reenergised our fatigued muscles. This photo captures that time of day when one pleasure was over, and the other one was yet to begin.

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We walked along the rickety wooden bridge, the black plastic bucket, worn from years of use, swaying slightly by my side, occasionally bumping into my thigh.My brother ran ahead with the stiff wooden rods, bouncing in anticipation. The warm sun shrouded in clouds warmed our backs as we baited the lines and cast them out, hoping to catch a trout or two for dinner. After a while, the light tug at my line, followed by a soft series of splashing filled the air. I reeled it in, the fish pulling away in hopes to free itself. Its efforts resulted in failure. We heaved it into the net and used a coarse wooden baton to bash at its head until it died. Not long after, my brother became successful, pulling up a stormy grey trout from the lake. After ending it's life and storing the two catches back in the bucket, we went to a small, shack-like fishmonger. We watched a man gut and debone the fish, smelling the odor  as he worked and touching the triangular heart he offered to us. We drove back home and ate homemade trout fish and chips, closing off the exciting afternoon.

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Where: Place Taken: Mondulkiri Province, Cambodia. Who:  Tashi

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Where: Place Taken: Mondulkiri Province, Cambodia. Who:  Tashi

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As the colossal elephant lumbers through the alluring, lush greenery of the Mondulkiri Province, Cambodia, pearly, gunmetal grey clouds convene together, eclipsing the vibrant sun and azure sky in an unanticipated, cataclysmic haze. The elephant, a majestic, magnificent, mountain of muscle continues ploughing through the undergrowth, utterly unimpressed and unaffected with the tempest brewing. The magnificent beast is its own master, cooperating with no one, following no one. To behold such awe-inspiring greatness and confidence is a reward in itself.

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8a1 Christopher Campbell-Pitt: Cape Town

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8a1 Christopher Campbell-Pitt: Cape Town

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The dreamy sea told its own story, gently dousing the aureate sand with its cerulean kisses. Here, up above the clouds, the honking of cars and the shouting of people fell dead on my ears. I closed my eyes to hear the tranquil humming of nature. The melodic wind whipped up and brushed my cheeks with its soothing sigh. Close to the beach, the buildings bowed down to the maestoso bulk of the mountains. The azure sky was neatly laced with the intricate designs of milky-white clouds. I welcomed the desirable smell that tickled my lips with the taste of majesty. The taste of Cape Town.

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Where: View out of my room’s window, French Alps. Who: Sasha Conchie 

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Where: View out of my room’s window, French Alps. Who: Sasha Conchie 

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Sundawn, the first beams of sunlight flaring over the summits. The eerie fog lifts revealing the veiled valley. Towering mountains cast their dagger-like shadows upon the secluded towns below. A vast, clear deep blue sky, boundless. Thick clouds roll in. A spectacle of colours unfolds as the sun continues to rise, clouds change colours from blue to purple to red to orange, until, 8:00am they reach their stereotypical crisp white tone. The air, void of anything, like the vacuum of space. The mountains’ coniferous forests, like little green needles meticulously aligned closely together. The mountains’ snow caps, like white tablecloths, obscuring the fresh, verdant grass below. The Alps: nature’s cradle.