Fotos von Núm | Lizenzfreie und hochauflösende Bilder herunterladen https://www.cizucu.com/de/explore/photos/n%C3%BAm de 2026-04-20T01:42:49+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. de https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Happy New Year from NRM | Meng Jhe Lu 呂孟哲]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/0bcYxtzFFeebbzmRiq90 Meng Jhe Lu 呂孟哲 https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/wCmj4JqzXJYMuynOAjC6UvkbKkm2 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/0bcYxtzFFeebbzmRiq90 Sat, 03 Jan 2026 21:31:00 GMT 2026-01-03T21:31:00+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/0bcYxtzFFeebbzmRiq90.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[After finishing school in Pak Nam, I rushed to Bang Pu to see the seagulls for the very first time. Even though I’ve lived next to the Bang Pu Recreation Centre for so long, I had never made the trip. It was a beautiful golden hour. Everything felt calm, chill, and perfectly still, as I want my life to be. | neu.nexid]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/Y8S3P7E6hDsgc0zD9Hx0 neu.nexid https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/TXjjYeJ8icPouTuVHowWEGT8WhM2 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/Y8S3P7E6hDsgc0zD9Hx0 Mon, 02 Feb 2026 15:05:13 GMT 2026-02-02T15:05:13+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/Y8S3P7E6hDsgc0zD9Hx0.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/sZo0ZJVioHMgjyauTAYQ Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/sZo0ZJVioHMgjyauTAYQ Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:43:11 GMT 2025-06-20T13:43:11+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/sZo0ZJVioHMgjyauTAYQ.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/Ml4R1f1T3Vt5wGd0hl5l Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/Ml4R1f1T3Vt5wGd0hl5l Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:45:57 GMT 2025-06-20T13:45:57+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/Ml4R1f1T3Vt5wGd0hl5l.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/MO64LOn2KJJSTViggEcp Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/MO64LOn2KJJSTViggEcp Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:43:51 GMT 2025-06-20T13:43:51+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/MO64LOn2KJJSTViggEcp.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/EOs2brBc9NhhABe1Y42q Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/EOs2brBc9NhhABe1Y42q Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:43:32 GMT 2025-06-20T13:43:32+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/EOs2brBc9NhhABe1Y42q.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/EKS36CHgVkz4ffxKj8EC Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/EKS36CHgVkz4ffxKj8EC Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:44:49 GMT 2025-06-20T13:44:49+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/EKS36CHgVkz4ffxKj8EC.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/5uCNVLgcC4Sklq7MnNUO Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/5uCNVLgcC4Sklq7MnNUO Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:44:28 GMT 2025-06-20T13:44:28+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/5uCNVLgcC4Sklq7MnNUO.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[江の島、創造の浜辺にて 名もない風が 頬をなでたとき、 覆われた祈りのかたちが 静かに語りかける。 ここは 心の潮が引く場所。 忘れていた声が、 また波のように戻ってくる。 Enoshima, au rivage de la création Quand un vent sans nom effleure ma joue, les formes voilées de prière murmurent en silence. Ici, la marée de mon cœur se retire. Et les voix oubliées reviennent doucement, comme les vagues. Shot with my Contax G1 & Kodak Gold | Louan Saint Silver]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/0SeqfCHzyLz2kRmn2IAx Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/de/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/0SeqfCHzyLz2kRmn2IAx Fri, 20 Jun 2025 13:45:16 GMT 2025-06-20T13:45:16+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/0SeqfCHzyLz2kRmn2IAx.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Raeng Nóm Jai The Force That Draws the Heart I had already packed my bag when I noticed them. The light was sinking fast, turning the sky into a quiet fire. The game had been going on for hours — dust rising, shoes scraping against concrete, laughter mixing with competition. Nothing extraordinary, just boys playing before night took the court back. But something shifted. One of them held the ball differently. His body leaned forward, not to pass, not to hesitate — but to rise. I felt it before it happened. The frame formed in my mind: the jump, the defender’s reach, the sun suspended behind them like a witness. My battery was nearly dead. I did not have time to test, to adjust, to repeat. There would be no second attempt. No correction. Just instinct. I turned the camera on. For a fraction of a second, everything aligned — body, ball, light, horizon. They lifted into the air, and I pressed the shutter once. Then the camera died. The ball would fall. The players would land. The sun would disappear. The game would continue as if nothing monumental had occurred. But that single frame remained. Raeng Nóm Jai — the force that draws the heart — is not gravity as science explains it. It is the pull toward a moment before it fully reveals itself. It is the discipline to trust what you feel forming. The courage to act without certainty of outcome. I do not chase images. I wait until they begin to pull at me — until hesitation becomes heavier than risk. Like gravity, art draws the human heart toward what feels true. In that one unrepeated second, instinct outweighed fear. And that was enough. | John Hupa]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/sVh1uqHQzy9Jq3sPjFco John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/sVh1uqHQzy9Jq3sPjFco Wed, 11 Feb 2026 12:29:25 GMT 2026-02-11T12:29:25+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/sVh1uqHQzy9Jq3sPjFco.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Raeng Nóm Jai The Force That Draws the Heart I had already packed my bag when I noticed them. The light was sinking fast, turning the sky into a quiet fire. The game had been going on for hours — dust rising, shoes scraping against concrete, laughter mixing with competition. Nothing extraordinary, just boys playing before night took the court back. But something shifted. One of them held the ball differently. His body leaned forward, not to pass, not to hesitate — but to rise. I felt it before it happened. The frame formed in my mind: the jump, the defender’s reach, the sun suspended behind them like a witness. My battery was nearly dead. I did not have time to test, to adjust, to repeat. There would be no second attempt. No correction. Just instinct. I turned the camera on. For a fraction of a second, everything aligned — body, ball, light, horizon. They lifted into the air, and I pressed the shutter once. Then the camera died. The ball would fall. The players would land. The sun would disappear. The game would continue as if nothing monumental had occurred. But that single frame remained. Raeng Nóm Jai — the force that draws the heart — is not gravity as science explains it. It is the pull toward a moment before it fully reveals itself. It is the discipline to trust what you feel forming. The courage to act without certainty of outcome. I do not chase images. I wait until they begin to pull at me — until hesitation becomes heavier than risk. Like gravity, art draws the human heart toward what feels true. In that one unrepeated second, instinct outweighed fear. And that was enough. | John Hupa]]> https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/cI8eCjEr7pTX08wnzCdu John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/de/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/de/photos/cI8eCjEr7pTX08wnzCdu Wed, 11 Feb 2026 12:30:12 GMT 2026-02-11T12:30:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/cI8eCjEr7pTX08wnzCdu.jpg?auto=compress,format