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All rights reserved. it https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[OLD TIME #AKS #cityscape #board | つばさ製作所]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/lYAPiGW97aDDbIYViiJj つばさ製作所 https://www.cizucu.com/it/tsubasa_mfg https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/lYAPiGW97aDDbIYViiJj Thu, 30 Jan 2025 23:40:13 GMT 2025-02-05T21:25:03+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/lYAPiGW97aDDbIYViiJj.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[#retro The everyday life of the old lanes of Mumbai. | Shradhac]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/u0c5y2ERXlu8yVkQq8G8 Shradhac https://www.cizucu.com/it/blueshradha https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/u0c5y2ERXlu8yVkQq8G8 Wed, 01 Apr 2026 15:50:07 GMT 2026-04-01T15:50:07+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/u0c5y2ERXlu8yVkQq8G8.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[If a city’s neon could breathe, it would be here in Dotonbori, lingering like a quiet thought. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/LYgd5hUgVfm54JwdWNh5 Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/it/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/LYgd5hUgVfm54JwdWNh5 Sat, 21 Mar 2026 16:34:05 GMT 2026-03-21T16:34:05+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/LYgd5hUgVfm54JwdWNh5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[The Switz alps, shot in Zurich, Switzerland. The sun sets, and you're in a scenic train. The icy cold air brushes your skin, as the warmth from the sun reminds you that life is indeed worth living. | lucion j. orion]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/2UlMQCydn6yoHyazt2wA lucion j. orion https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/sHuYH7JK2ySh1yqgaj7U61AtsOl2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/2UlMQCydn6yoHyazt2wA Sat, 18 Apr 2026 15:15:18 GMT 2026-04-18T15:15:18+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/2UlMQCydn6yoHyazt2wA.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[They could fight us like an army if they chose to. | qwace.c]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/txLmiTEjqlq4e53GPNSR qwace.c https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/74F9tQot0aZAO9QfRh012HjXpop1 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/txLmiTEjqlq4e53GPNSR Sat, 18 Apr 2026 01:33:59 GMT 2026-04-18T01:33:59+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/txLmiTEjqlq4e53GPNSR.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Midnight The day is over, and the city is quiet. Between the end of work and the drive home, there is only the cold glow of the machine and the weight of a long day. It is a solitary moment of transition—the silent, steady effort of a life built on showing up, time and time after. | Sam Ting]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/zeQBG1PWRCcLsqxhUIaK Sam Ting https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/S4JiP3bMWXdhjAT70s84hhyZHQE3 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/zeQBG1PWRCcLsqxhUIaK Wed, 04 Mar 2026 21:51:13 GMT 2026-03-04T21:51:13+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/zeQBG1PWRCcLsqxhUIaK.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Title: Midnight The day is over, and the city is quiet. Between the end of work and the drive home, there is only the cold glow of the machine and the weight of a long day. It is a solitary moment of transition—the silent, steady effort of a life built on showing up, time and time after. | Sam Ting]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/wVpXzN0qEuF4aZ4VjKcX Sam Ting https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/S4JiP3bMWXdhjAT70s84hhyZHQE3 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/wVpXzN0qEuF4aZ4VjKcX Wed, 04 Mar 2026 21:49:14 GMT 2026-03-04T21:49:14+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/wVpXzN0qEuF4aZ4VjKcX.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A typical afternoon in Kyoto in April where the old town soften by the arrival of cherry blossom season. Amid the movement of daily life, there is a subtle shift, a moment where people slow down to enjoy the beauty of the blossom. | Felicity Gan]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/fwb0ocveAgB84EBcbIJj Felicity Gan https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/cea1tCcTJZWAVLzZHhrHHMjrlWQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/fwb0ocveAgB84EBcbIJj Sun, 05 Apr 2026 06:57:15 GMT 2026-04-05T06:57:15+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/fwb0ocveAgB84EBcbIJj.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/it/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 熊寶 https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/zdddXarNsJdBtAS3ArljH0VHCDA2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:44:16 GMT 2026-04-14T12:44:16+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.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[This piece came from a time where I did not really know who I was or where my life was going. I felt very isolated and I was dealing with a lot. During a night out I booked a solo trip to Berlin. I had never been on a plane or abroad on my own. My first night there was cold and I could not sleep so I decided to get my camera out and take some photos to pass the time. A car sped through a set of traffic lights and this is the image that was created. It gave me a sense of clarity within my life and the trip as a whole helped me move forward and moulded me. I look back on this image often when I am feeling rudderless or that I am not achieving personal goals. Although this is not a fond memory it is one that has gained a positive meaning over time. | Kentledger]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/PX9Bj4iUmBnjDhCqkLVD Kentledger https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/VAX9ZsNxAsUqISCWDLI5s5TwTWp2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/PX9Bj4iUmBnjDhCqkLVD Mon, 06 Apr 2026 07:52:56 GMT 2026-04-06T07:52:56+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/PX9Bj4iUmBnjDhCqkLVD.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Mont Saint Michel, taken from Saint Jean Le Thomas where one of my dear friend used to live before he passed away on 2010. Thousand of memories have been made since then until now. Waves that have been rushing to shore over and over like memories that come up and replace the old ones, but yet not completely. | vara n.]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/7xN5HDBqrIaVE8aoJIRj vara n. https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/WXh76qW5BCc3G8zU9YVJjrjnVwM2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/7xN5HDBqrIaVE8aoJIRj Sun, 22 Mar 2026 01:40:09 GMT 2026-03-22T01:40:09+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/7xN5HDBqrIaVE8aoJIRj.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[it stood there for years holding the sky without asking one day the ground changed its mind steel arrived machines spoke in noise and time moved faster than roots could follow still for a brief moment it was just a tree and the light was still gentle | benjamin]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/xPGuT6cdUmJxbXHRRNdl benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/it/benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/xPGuT6cdUmJxbXHRRNdl Mon, 20 Apr 2026 20:59:00 GMT 2026-04-20T20:59:00+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/xPGuT6cdUmJxbXHRRNdl.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/it/photos/fgPZzVfjHnRo3kPMiED7 benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/it/benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/fgPZzVfjHnRo3kPMiED7 Sat, 18 Apr 2026 15:09:05 GMT 2026-04-18T15:09:05+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/fgPZzVfjHnRo3kPMiED7.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[You’re 23, young, passionate and in love both figuratively and quite literally in the city of your dreams. A time where you can be exuberantly drunk on wine on a cold December night setting out with your lover, with rose tinted cheeks on your way to get a glimpse of what your life soon might look like. That night you sip on cocktails, steal kisses as you leave your bootprints on the snow covered New York streets, walk into book stores only to imagine your name on the ‘Pulitzer Prize’ shelf and end the night by breathing in the intoxication of your dreams taking form into reality. | Drishti Gowda]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/4bFg20Ue04dl04XIROsq Drishti Gowda https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/pz5fnme1yVgVSeHjB4YtCunhYCC3 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/4bFg20Ue04dl04XIROsq Mon, 16 Mar 2026 23:23:15 GMT 2026-03-16T23:23:15+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/4bFg20Ue04dl04XIROsq.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[I took this photo almost 20 years ago. It's already a memory. A little girl and her grandmother, like a connection between generations. The old house - how many people it remembers, how much happiness, sorrow, and joy it's experienced - we can only imagine, peering into those windows. | Evgeny Andreev]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/cfNa0eQQq0iSwBUWTQTU Evgeny Andreev https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/T2AFmenIy9QstDLcfbocVq4tA0q1 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/cfNa0eQQq0iSwBUWTQTU Sun, 12 Apr 2026 14:04:28 GMT 2026-04-12T14:04:28+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/cfNa0eQQq0iSwBUWTQTU.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Title: Dining with her Series: Dreams Status: On-going About: This is the first entry in this series, this as part of photo-essay will have a total of 15 main pictorial works and supporting supplements. “Dreams", in this series I wanted to pictorialize what I could remember from my most vivid, intense, and memorable dreams that occurred / occurs to me during the REM phase, which is said to be the primary, deep-sleep stage. REM dreams are often characterized as intense, emotional, and story-like, compared to non-REM dreams, which are often more thought-like or brief. This stage is said to be characterized by high brain activity, rapid eye movement, and temporary muscle paralysis. It typically happens in cycles throughout the night, aiding in memory consolidation, emotional regulation, and cognitive function. I could not remember everything or every dream, but I note down and visualise what I could remember in my journal, this is also an effort to understand human persona & individual psyche, I try to detach myself from self and observe as an outsider treating myself as a mere subject. I try to be impartial and restrict projection of personal beliefs when making these observations. - - - Details: Mamiya RB67, Mamiya-Sekor Macro C 150/4.5 Fomapan 100 Fomadon LQN Year: August, 2025 - present Photo: November 2025 *** | Eli Mastaine]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/lLVqB9q7T3gHEIJx8LId Eli Mastaine https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/UfuI5w0ikDdd8SHxxQS0fW6D9dE3 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/lLVqB9q7T3gHEIJx8LId Mon, 09 Mar 2026 02:16:10 GMT 2026-03-09T02:16:10+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/lLVqB9q7T3gHEIJx8LId.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Surrounded by dense building blocks and repeated routines in Seoul, I remember the bridge as the only place where the uninterrupted sky could be seen. For me, the car was where our family spent the most time together, talking, while I gazed out of the window at the fast-moving cityscape - thinking, revisiting, and imagining. I also caught glimpses of people in their cars or on the subway crossing the bridge, looking out at the river and the distant scene, wondering where they were going and what concerns they might have. Many of Seoul’s bridges were built during the decades of rapid growth in the 1960s and 70s, carrying people swiftly across the Han River as the city expanded. Yet while crossing them, I often found an unexpected stillness, a brief sanctuary where, for a moment, one could lose oneself in thought above the moving city. | Moodeeprincess]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/jrUyyDVwvyIJ5TtiMGXS Moodeeprincess https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/sAbIZy3WtmPbbh0KhuBXR9mFchv2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/jrUyyDVwvyIJ5TtiMGXS Sun, 05 Apr 2026 06:44:38 GMT 2026-04-05T06:44:38+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/jrUyyDVwvyIJ5TtiMGXS.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Surrounded by dense building blocks and repeated routines in Seoul, I remember the bridge as the only place where the uninterrupted sky could be seen. For me, the car was where our family spent the most time together, talking, while I gazed out of the window at the fast-moving cityscape - thinking, revisiting, and imagining. I also caught glimpses of people in their cars or on the subway crossing the bridge, looking out at the river and the distant scene, wondering where they were going and what concerns they might have. Many of Seoul’s bridges were built during the decades of rapid growth in the 1960s and 70s, carrying people swiftly across the Han River as the city expanded. Yet while crossing them, I often found an unexpected stillness, a brief sanctuary where, for a moment, one could lose oneself in thought above the moving city. | Moodeeprincess]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/d7oBNJGRG3OmKgbsoSBc Moodeeprincess https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/sAbIZy3WtmPbbh0KhuBXR9mFchv2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/d7oBNJGRG3OmKgbsoSBc Sun, 05 Apr 2026 06:46:15 GMT 2026-04-05T06:46:15+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/d7oBNJGRG3OmKgbsoSBc.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Surrounded by dense building blocks and repeated routines in Seoul, I remember the bridge as the only place where the uninterrupted sky could be seen. For me, the car was where our family spent the most time together, talking, while I gazed out of the window at the fast-moving cityscape - thinking, revisiting, and imagining. I also caught glimpses of people in their cars or on the subway crossing the bridge, looking out at the river and the distant scene, wondering where they were going and what concerns they might have. Many of Seoul’s bridges were built during the decades of rapid growth in the 1960s and 70s, carrying people swiftly across the Han River as the city expanded. Yet while crossing them, I often found an unexpected stillness - a brief sanctuary where, for a moment, one could lose oneself in thought above the moving city. | Moodeeprincess]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/CxXrx2pjX0GCiSt7KmKs Moodeeprincess https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/sAbIZy3WtmPbbh0KhuBXR9mFchv2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/CxXrx2pjX0GCiSt7KmKs Sun, 05 Apr 2026 06:30:24 GMT 2026-04-05T06:30:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/CxXrx2pjX0GCiSt7KmKs.jpg?auto=compress,format