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All rights reserved. fr https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[淡路島に行きました 鮮魚店で買った穴子 ついに食べます あ、箸がない 手掴みで頬張りました 美味しい | bikkya]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/ZBtSoivtEkbYmoY9iJPG bikkya https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/KqVuwDUWy6PnZGMNa3SYPgcd0Pi2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/ZBtSoivtEkbYmoY9iJPG Tue, 21 May 2024 21:07:25 GMT 2026-05-07T17:59:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZBtSoivtEkbYmoY9iJPG.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Lone Ranger | Djana Wang]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/2aFqqo7YjiCnAszocpjS Djana Wang https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/RLRXgalhUMaVezzXiyoLdXzXopd2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/2aFqqo7YjiCnAszocpjS Mon, 23 Mar 2026 07:57:17 GMT 2026-05-03T13:23:02+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/2aFqqo7YjiCnAszocpjS.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-04-03T03:01:43+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[An ordinary field, but not an ordinary moment in our graduation year. We’re just shadows here without faces and details, yet somehow still unmistakably us. The way we stand, the way we reach toward each other… familiar, even in silhouette. The sunlight stretches us longer than we are, like time trying to hold us here a little longer. It’s simple, playful, but also a quiet reminder: this is us, together, just before we become memories. | Kei Wee]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/PUq2IjEmJJ1rn4LMdz29 Kei Wee https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/TIJtmQgjf0WThsNJHIXUZOdoS2y2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/PUq2IjEmJJ1rn4LMdz29 Sun, 26 Apr 2026 14:48:37 GMT 2026-04-26T14:48:57+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/PUq2IjEmJJ1rn4LMdz29.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[the sky was still deciding its colour soft blue leaning into evening the merlion stood the same as always but the water felt quieter tonight two people sat close not saying much just letting the light pass i stayed a little longer like the city had slowed down with me | benjamin]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/ayE4RDA8Z42i9Spgfh1f benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/fr/benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/ayE4RDA8Z42i9Spgfh1f Sat, 02 May 2026 22:45:56 GMT 2026-05-03T09:18:36+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ayE4RDA8Z42i9Spgfh1f.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Snowman made with love, shot in Mt Buller, Melbourne, Australia. Growing up in a tropical country, touching snow is a privilege not many get the chance to touch. Yet, many communities comes to Mt Buller to ski daily, weekly. For us, we hope Mr. Snowman would stay longer than we could. | lucion j. orion]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/yo4cc1cAqocjhYCXgyk7 lucion j. orion https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/sHuYH7JK2ySh1yqgaj7U61AtsOl2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/yo4cc1cAqocjhYCXgyk7 Sat, 18 Apr 2026 15:02:19 GMT 2026-05-03T11:39:16+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/yo4cc1cAqocjhYCXgyk7.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[the sky was soft, like it was about to rest the merlion kept looking out but everything around it slowed down a couple sat quietly on the steps their reflection holding them a little longer the water barely moved just enough to remember the light in a place that is always seen this moment felt like it was not for everyone | benjamin]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/FGHOUZ75EUprVZs6m8Ec benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/fr/benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/FGHOUZ75EUprVZs6m8Ec Sat, 02 May 2026 22:41:32 GMT 2026-05-03T09:18:54+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/FGHOUZ75EUprVZs6m8Ec.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[The trees glowed against the night, soft and distant, almost like a memory. People paused, took their photos, then moved on. I stayed a little longer, just to feel how quiet it could be in the middle of it all. #gardensbythebay #singaporenight #streetphotography #citylight #quietobservation #citydiary | benjamin]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/fgPZzVfjHnRo3kPMiED7 benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/fr/benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/fgPZzVfjHnRo3kPMiED7 Sat, 18 Apr 2026 15:09:05 GMT 2026-05-03T11:39:22+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/fgPZzVfjHnRo3kPMiED7.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Picture was captured at Bukit Antarabangsa Ampang Jaya Selangor. It is taken recently when I have a date with my gf at Ampang area. There are a lot of people coming here for the sun set else they have to go for a long distance for the sunset at seaside. When the sun coming down, everyone start to get ready on their perfect spot and give attention to the view. The sunset goes very slow, and the light shone is warm and gentle keeps people calms and relaxed. My girlfriend was sick and having pain on that day. Perhaps at this moment it relieved her pains and make her more comfortable for the rest of the day. I feel like the day was longer with the sunset view and I believe everyone was here to get a quiet escape from the city rush, free of worries and being present in the peaceful moment. • Camera: IPhone 16 Pro Max • Lens: 120mm f1.8 | Jing Kang]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/F6KnRHx6O65f2kh3rWEl Jing Kang https://www.cizucu.com/fr/jklifeimmerse https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/F6KnRHx6O65f2kh3rWEl Wed, 21 Jan 2026 14:45:52 GMT 2026-01-24T10:08:34+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/F6KnRHx6O65f2kh3rWEl.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[As I explored the Blue Pools Track with my family in New Zealand, I remember standing on the bridge and taking the amazing view in, until I looked down and was immediately drawn to the silhouettes of my family on the bridge. This moment was all that I wanted to capture - the calm amidst the chaos, the clear blue waters, and the people I love in a unique way. For now, I am still learning how to look - what catches my eye, what feels gentle, what makes me pause a little longer. This is just a glimpse into a collection of things I like, things I notice, and moments that make me feel warm. | chloeyoshi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/Ba4TB7s4q4GfqChvKpfc chloeyoshi https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/2MxRZFpbNCV1cBQMPxMRXxhfYCp2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/Ba4TB7s4q4GfqChvKpfc Mon, 19 Jan 2026 00:36:28 GMT 2026-01-20T14:13:17+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/Ba4TB7s4q4GfqChvKpfc.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[At first glance, this image may be another black and white shot focusing on clean lines, strong light, a subject placed precisely within the frame. But look a little longer, and you’ll notice there are actually two acts of seeing happening. On the left, the photographer crouches, framing, deciding, directing. On the right, the subject stands in the light but she is composed, almost architectural herself. Yet, she isn’t passive. The way she leans into the wall, the tilt of the hat, the choice to face away — she shapes the image just as much. So who is in control? The photographer chooses where to stand, when to press the shutter. But the subject chooses how to exist within that moment: what to reveal, what to withhold. This photograph sits in that quiet tension. Not a moment of control, but of negotiation, where seeing and being seen meet, and neither fully belongs to one alone. | Keith Wee]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/TCOp4r3Zis8NTJzWGvH5 Keith Wee https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/fxdhdPm0AKY0fV1ane3AERkTCXk2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/TCOp4r3Zis8NTJzWGvH5 Sun, 26 Apr 2026 15:13:39 GMT 2026-04-26T15:13:57+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/TCOp4r3Zis8NTJzWGvH5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photograph was taken during my journey through Liangshan. The day was bitterly cold, and the air was heavy with moisture. The cold did not feel like something that merely touched the skin—it felt as though it could pass through clothing and sink deep into the body. We crossed one frost-covered hill after another, and at the top of one of them, we came across a solitary house. There were no other people in sight for nearly a kilometer, yet inside lived a young brother and sister, both no older than about five. They told us that the adults had gone to the market to sell cattle and sheep, leaving the two of them at home alone. There was no light in the house, and the floor was rough, cold concrete. Even with boots on, I could feel my toes growing painfully numb, yet they walked barefoot across the frost-covered floor as if they had long since grown used to it. Their runny noses clung to the tips of their noses, drying and wetting again and again, becoming one of the most direct traces of that winter day. We asked them what they usually did at home, and they answered, quite naturally, that they liked biting thick pieces of cardboard for fun. As they spoke, they really did begin to bite into it. In that moment, I felt a quiet sadness. But then a beam of sunlight fell across the child’s face, and he burst into laughter, as if the harshness around him had not managed to define him. At that instant, I realized that what I was seeing was no longer just poverty or cold, but something far stronger—the resilience of life itself. This photograph is important to me not because it documents hardship in a remote place, but because it reminds me that even in the most unforgiving environments, people can still hold on to joy, vitality, and light. What I felt that day was not simply sympathy, nor the shock of an outsider looking in, but a deep sense of respect. To me, this photograph is not about suffering. It is about resilience. It is not about deprivation, but about the light that remains, even within it. | 熊寶]]> https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 熊寶 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/users/zdddXarNsJdBtAS3ArljH0VHCDA2 https://www.cizucu.com/fr/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:44:16 GMT 2026-05-03T12:00:06+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.jpg?auto=compress,format