Saluti의 사진 | 로열티 프리 이미지 및 고해상도 사진 다운로드 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/explore/photos/saluti ko 2026-04-06T14:20:29+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. ko https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[녹색 건물 외관에 큰 흰색 글씨로 SALT가 적혀 있다 | ハワイに恋してる！]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/kX6az9699nEQ2pfp8wVc ハワイに恋してる！ https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/ic32CqlmrLfvURQEIG1z1DhE7KJ2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/kX6az9699nEQ2pfp8wVc Tue, 26 Mar 2024 21:15:22 GMT 2024-11-20T07:33:50+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/kX6az9699nEQ2pfp8wVc.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Salty | Ju Lee]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/fKJw7KNu1D2sveVNPanp Ju Lee https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/5W2l3FdkrUa22fzu9Heqr39p2zD2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/fKJw7KNu1D2sveVNPanp Thu, 02 Apr 2026 22:58:52 GMT 2026-04-02T22:58:52+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/fKJw7KNu1D2sveVNPanp.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Hard labour working on salt field. | Dev Sirikulthada]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/IoJTdSiaYUICVZP5ARRO Dev Sirikulthada https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/Jk610i54spYp7VhqmAUm1XvOEnQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/IoJTdSiaYUICVZP5ARRO Sun, 15 Feb 2026 12:29:04 GMT 2026-02-15T12:29:04+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/IoJTdSiaYUICVZP5ARRO.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[The Shore’s Elder He belongs to no one, yet he is part of the coast itself. With sand on his muzzle and a heavy brass bell as his only companion, he watches the tide with the quiet patience of a life fully lived. A wanderer who has found peace in the wind and the salt. | Sam Ting]]> https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/c7pS32uwaRwD4oYNEVHj Sam Ting https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/S4JiP3bMWXdhjAT70s84hhyZHQE3 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/photos/c7pS32uwaRwD4oYNEVHj Wed, 04 Mar 2026 20:44:29 GMT 2026-03-04T20:44:29+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/c7pS32uwaRwD4oYNEVHj.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/ko/photos/zk1DPuOPqv65Z91GXk21 josecheang https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/z5wugtbtv9f74MnC8uEpqUTGj1U2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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[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/ko/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/ko/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/ko/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