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Risaie의 사진 | 로열티 프리 이미지 및 고해상도 사진 다운로드 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/explore/photos/risaie ko 2026-04-13T23:04:37+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. ko https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Rise up | Room11]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/R3bqw2X29OGHe0JWUpgm Room11 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/kroom811 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/R3bqw2X29OGHe0JWUpgm Sun, 25 Jan 2026 18:46:37 GMT 2026-01-25T18:46:37+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/R3bqw2X29OGHe0JWUpgm.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA['Shared Air' A lion rests in the foreground as human structures rise in the distance. Two worlds share the same air — one wild, one built — each shaping the space the other must now navigate. | Jasmine Ee (Wildlife with Jas)]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/02wXUGQpMStRTkvv95MV Jasmine Ee (Wildlife with Jas) https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/JYFpvmoAhif1BR46v1VEaz8x1ag2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/02wXUGQpMStRTkvv95MV Mon, 06 Apr 2026 08:52:14 GMT 2026-04-06T08:52:14+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/02wXUGQpMStRTkvv95MV.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[She stood beneath the festival lights, not dazzled by them, but listening. Each glow seemed to rise gently toward her face, settling into the quiet lines of devotion, memory, and hope. In that moment, light was not spectacle, it was presence. It revealed not just colour and ornament, but a lifetime of faith carried softly, eyes lifted, heart steady. | gary.pwk]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/ps4jc4XzLX6BoCzheup9 gary.pwk https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/fQDX5PB5CpaA5Mz9Pqx0qJcMpoE3 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/ps4jc4XzLX6BoCzheup9 Sat, 17 Jan 2026 22:57:35 GMT 2026-01-17T22:57:35+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ps4jc4XzLX6BoCzheup9.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/ko/photos/sZo0ZJVioHMgjyauTAYQ Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/Ml4R1f1T3Vt5wGd0hl5l Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/MO64LOn2KJJSTViggEcp Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/EOs2brBc9NhhABe1Y42q Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/EKS36CHgVkz4ffxKj8EC Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/5uCNVLgcC4Sklq7MnNUO Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/0SeqfCHzyLz2kRmn2IAx Louan Saint Silver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/saintsilver https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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[Finding Color in the Noise Street photography is often an exercise in patience and restraint. On Armenian Street in Georgetown, Penang, the umbrella installation fills the frame with repetition—layers of monochrome forms, tangled lines, and surrounding buildings competing relentlessly for attention. Every direction offers distraction. Nothing wants to stay quiet. This photograph emerged from the challenge of seeing through that visual noise. The abundance of umbrellas and architectural clutter made it difficult to establish a clear subject. By isolating a single rainbow umbrella within the chaos, the image finds its anchor. Color becomes the language of focus, cutting through complexity and guiding the eye. The result is not just documentation of a street art installation, but a reflection of the street photographer’s pursuit: to impose order on disorder, to wait for clarity within clutter, and to reveal meaning by choosing what to exclude. In a world full of visual repetition, sometimes one deliberate frame is enough to let individuality rise. | Big_Dins_Photos]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/aGY2A7d0GmEodnh54l7X Big_Dins_Photos https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/gJbHvWrvqbed5w1B2kcf9iwiKCB3 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/aGY2A7d0GmEodnh54l7X Sun, 18 Jan 2026 05:30:11 GMT 2026-01-18T05:30:11+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/aGY2A7d0GmEodnh54l7X.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Title: Is this a Phoenix? Story: How do we visualize a new start? For the 2026 Marina Bay Countdown, I stood at the Helix Bridge watching the sky erupt, but I chose to look for the life hidden within the light. This vertical poster, "Is this a Phoenix?", is a symmetrical re-imagining of that first midnight of 2026. By mirroring the vibrant rainbow fireworks and stacking the architectural icons of Singapore, a mythical silhouette emerged from the data. To some, it is the 'Sovereign Butterfly'—a regal symbol of grace and the quiet metamorphosis into a new and beautiful life. To others, it is a Phoenix rising, fueled by the explosive energy of the city’s celebration. I chose this title to invite the community to engage with the 'soul' of the image. Whether you see the delicate wings of a butterfly or the fiery ascent of a phoenix, the essence remains the same: a powerful, vertical rise into a new chapter. This piece marks the beginning of a year where we define our own rebirth, spreading our wings over the foundations of the past to soar into a vibrant 2026. | Victor Zhuo]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/HaRlbV8HZph6qTP7CEe0 Victor Zhuo https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/4QDNraPSayPI6l1z44LmNKePpYg2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/HaRlbV8HZph6qTP7CEe0 Tue, 06 Jan 2026 15:31:12 GMT 2026-01-06T15:31:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/HaRlbV8HZph6qTP7CEe0.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/ko/photos/sVh1uqHQzy9Jq3sPjFco John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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/ko/photos/cI8eCjEr7pTX08wnzCdu John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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