Foto di Braided | Scarica immagini royalty-free e in alta risoluzione https://www.cizucu.com/it/explore/photos/braided it 2026-04-17T16:45:07+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. it https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[That day, my brother and I braved our fist self-guided multi-day adventure through the Central Highlands of Tasmania/Luruwita. What looked like clear skies and path ahead took a turn when a raging blizzard arrived in the first hour. In hindsight, it was quite telling of what else lay ahead. That day was just the beginning of what we now reflect on as “The Hero’s Journey”. | nai.msz]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/qJnNFlE9XeqYSoFj3kOI nai.msz https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/ISYkRVxR9SUS8Fb6DMOXBb9pTho1 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/qJnNFlE9XeqYSoFj3kOI Sun, 15 Mar 2026 20:03:55 GMT 2026-03-15T20:03:55+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/qJnNFlE9XeqYSoFj3kOI.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This is a One-In-A-Million shot. I had to get up to the highest floor in the Pan Pacific hotel without getting caught, I waited for 1 hour hoping to get someone crossing the bridge and also not get caught by security. With little to no hope, no one crossed, right as I was about to leave I spotted a Bride and a Groom walking across the bridge to take their wedding photo. I took out my camera and i shot this amazing photo. I hope to find this couple somewhere in Singapore and pass them this beautiful photo. | Danish Yaqin]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/tsl1VRZ8bYFrRR9EBMyT Danish Yaqin https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/U0nicaF4PrNvQcEZ3BVhE2iMrp23 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/tsl1VRZ8bYFrRR9EBMyT Thu, 15 Jan 2026 17:03:51 GMT 2026-01-15T17:03:51+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/tsl1VRZ8bYFrRR9EBMyT.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photograph was taken at Badwater Basin in Death Valley National Park, USA, at around 6:30 in the evening during golden hour. In the distance, three people sat quietly on the vast salt flats. Before them stood a mountain range, with the sun slowly descending behind it. Seeing this scene, I instinctively raised my camera and pressed the shutter. What moved me in that moment was the quiet power of nature, its scale, its stillness, and its beauty. Standing there, I felt how small we are in comparison, and how many of the worries we carry in daily life fade when placed against something so immense. Compared to the world, to nature, or even to the universe, those concerns suddenly feel insignificant. | josecheang]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/zk1DPuOPqv65Z91GXk21 josecheang https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/z5wugtbtv9f74MnC8uEpqUTGj1U2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/zk1DPuOPqv65Z91GXk21 Thu, 15 Jan 2026 11:24:24 GMT 2026-01-15T11:24:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/zk1DPuOPqv65Z91GXk21.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This is a photo I took in December 2025 while visiting my parents back home in Dubai. One of my favorite things to do whenever I’m there is to photograph the older side of the city, the one I was born and raised in. When people think of Dubai, they often picture skyscrapers and luxury, but there’s so much more to the city beyond that image. This photo shows an abra which is a small wooden boat used to ferry people across the creek. It’s a simple, everyday mode of transport that many people don’t discover until they experience the city firsthand. For me, it’s a reminder of the quieter, timeless side of Dubai that still lives alongside the modern skyline. | Gautami Golani]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/tNvj9nrgQC5d5SljdyVw Gautami Golani https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/bFG0G5hunNUksWb1Xw5wXNFzYXC3 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/tNvj9nrgQC5d5SljdyVw Wed, 21 Jan 2026 01:20:58 GMT 2026-01-21T01:20:58+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/tNvj9nrgQC5d5SljdyVw.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/it/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-03-25T15:24:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[In the crowded streets of Mumbai, the air trembles with chants, drums, and clouds of color during Ganesh Chaturthi. Amid the sea of people, the towering idol of Ganesha rises above the crowd, carried on countless shoulders that move together with devotion and love. For days, Lord Ganesha is welcomed into homes and hearts as a symbol of hope, protection, and new beginnings. But this moment captures the most emotional chapter of the celebration—the farewell. As the idol moves toward the sea for immersion, the joy of celebration blends with the quiet sadness of letting go. The raised hands, the colored smoke, and the intense energy of the crowd reflect something deeper than a festival. They reveal a powerful bond between faith and people. In this moment, thousands of voices chant together, not just to celebrate, but to express gratitude. This photograph freezes a fleeting yet powerful emotion—the instant when devotion becomes both a celebration and a goodbye. A reminder that faith is not only about welcoming the divine, but also about trusting the cycle of return, where every farewell carries the promise of another beginning. | Nishikantsnaps]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw Nishikantsnaps https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/Rki5wUVOK0fCsi9t5F3X8uJCrIb2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw Fri, 13 Mar 2026 13:43:41 GMT 2026-03-13T13:43:41+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/bm1s4iqsLRZClLEvpQxw.jpg?auto=compress,format