ภาพถ่าย Reperti | ดาวน์โหลดรูปภาพปลอดค่าลิขสิทธิ์และความละเอียดสูง https://www.cizucu.com/th/explore/photos/reperti th 2026-04-22T07:57:07+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. th https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Study the past know the future as they say history repeats itself. | Yosuke0312]]> https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/fFWf4ZjtpHrvSWwUACKb Yosuke0312 https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/Wq6tVKsLfQM2RvL8nqY7YJQCtX12 https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/fFWf4ZjtpHrvSWwUACKb Thu, 28 Nov 2024 23:54:33 GMT 2024-11-28T23:54:49+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/fFWf4ZjtpHrvSWwUACKb.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[✴︎Weather Report | Agata_Ｑ]]> https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/4feeqEOp2QN0PJNPy5in Agata_Ｑ https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/fKM23ljq88UUFFEtK2OhwsxysQt1 https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/4feeqEOp2QN0PJNPy5in Wed, 20 Aug 2025 20:01:15 GMT 2025-08-20T20:01:15+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/4feeqEOp2QN0PJNPy5in.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[She rises without hurry. Light repeats itself along the wall. Her gaze is steady held somewhere between where she has been and where she is going. Nothing dramatic happens here. Yet everything continues. The city carries her forward one quiet ascent at a time. | gary.pwk]]> https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/vrxnvlgI1DKuw6rb8dAd gary.pwk https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/fQDX5PB5CpaA5Mz9Pqx0qJcMpoE3 https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/vrxnvlgI1DKuw6rb8dAd Sat, 17 Jan 2026 23:47:40 GMT 2026-01-17T23:47:40+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/vrxnvlgI1DKuw6rb8dAd.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[These 2 photo are from my photo series called “無” (VOID) "VOID" is an exploration of the internal topography of displacement. As an international student, I exist within a carefully constructed fiction: the "well-being" I report to my family back home. This series documents the cost of that silence. Through my lens, the abstract weight of anxiety, depression, and frustration is given form. These images serve as a visual bridge between my hidden reality and the outside world—a language for the unspeakable. By revealing the fractured soul behind the facade, I invite the viewer to find their own echoes in my silence. All photo captured on Pentax 67 and printed by hand in the darkroom, the oppressive, pitch-black skies are the result of a chance encounter with light—an accidental exposure of the photo paper. | Him謙]]> https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/F3NgSSzO6r8lgqyxoKae Him謙 https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/zjBHZF3XZ2fazvjboU8yuc0bVdA3 https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/F3NgSSzO6r8lgqyxoKae Wed, 15 Apr 2026 13:40:04 GMT 2026-04-15T13:40:04+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/F3NgSSzO6r8lgqyxoKae.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[There is nothing particularly outstanding about this photo in terms of composition or technique – but it represents the day I began to truly realise the importance of showing up. I find myself in a season I never would have guessed: leaving behind what I had built before and taking wobbly steps towards what I feel excitement for yet also insecure about. On that day in the photo, I witnessed that showing up and putting in the work enabled me to accomplish something new, something I felt in my heart was good work. The journey ahead remains very much a question mark, but this photo is a personal reminder that the humble act of showing up, putting in the work, on repeat, yields fruit. | poemsbywei]]> https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/Se3lrtIAXIFRzgSjNDRu poemsbywei https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/jHET1UGt3QWo0XrWIYJG7sq3MUv1 https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/Se3lrtIAXIFRzgSjNDRu Sun, 22 Mar 2026 22:48:21 GMT 2026-03-22T22:48:21+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/Se3lrtIAXIFRzgSjNDRu.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[I had always wanted to visit Leh. I just didn’t expect my first time to be this intense—or this unforgettable. I was invited by Mahindra Adventure for the Mahindra Snow Expedition. –20°C. 17,000 feet above sea level. Miles of snow, silence, and uncertainty. My only job was to capture the moment. But at that altitude, even standing still feels like work. Physically and mentally, it pushed me harder than I imagined. Hot water, constant breaks, and very little margin for error. And then this frame happened. A bucket-list shot, in conditions I may never experience again. I didn’t expect it to be this beautiful. I didn’t expect it to feel like heaven. Some journeys don’t repeat themselves. They just stay with you. | Yash dhoka]]> https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/JzhWkzcCN1WHPw5rV3jN Yash dhoka https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/G7oVNAUqu4hYyNzO4uVRIM6tPd43 https://www.cizucu.com/th/photos/JzhWkzcCN1WHPw5rV3jN Wed, 04 Mar 2026 18:28:46 GMT 2026-03-04T18:28:46+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/JzhWkzcCN1WHPw5rV3jN.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/th/photos/sVh1uqHQzy9Jq3sPjFco John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/th/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/th/photos/cI8eCjEr7pTX08wnzCdu John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/th/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/th/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