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All rights reserved. vi https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Phô mai Brie trên thớt gỗ với dao ly rượu vang đỏ mờ | かめです]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/gS3CiX1WKqmwKYoSi6cD かめです https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/hSNJ7S8sZpahFTDwKeFsTxKxfd63 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/gS3CiX1WKqmwKYoSi6cD Tue, 19 Dec 2023 16:42:09 GMT 2024-11-26T06:07:07+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/gS3CiX1WKqmwKYoSi6cD.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Lát phô mai Brie kem với cà chua tươi và xà lách trên đĩa gỗ | wakkanotanbo]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/8OtKOGoaZW0S58MTbFe7 wakkanotanbo https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/yE6UftSlvjS6lNxYH1bDmq15tHe2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/8OtKOGoaZW0S58MTbFe7 Thu, 29 Feb 2024 13:38:31 GMT 2024-11-22T08:01:17+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/8OtKOGoaZW0S58MTbFe7.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Rise up | Room11]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/R3bqw2X29OGHe0JWUpgm Room11 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/kroom811 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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/vi/photos/02wXUGQpMStRTkvv95MV Jasmine Ee (Wildlife with Jas) https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/JYFpvmoAhif1BR46v1VEaz8x1ag2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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/vi/photos/ps4jc4XzLX6BoCzheup9 gary.pwk https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/fQDX5PB5CpaA5Mz9Pqx0qJcMpoE3 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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[Gentleness may exist without consciousness, but loneliness must be consciously felt. Gentle Protection and the Loneliness of Being. An opened umbrella covers a shopping basket. From a distance, it resembles a standing figure, presenting the form of “protection.” Yet this protection does not arise from consciousness; it is merely the accidental arrangement of objects. Behavior can be visualized.Posture can be imitated. But understanding cannot be replicated. The umbrella appears gentle, as if deliberately guarding what lies beneath it. Yet it does not know that it is protecting. It cannot comprehend the rain, the objects, or loneliness. Loneliness does not belong to the unconscious. It belongs to the being that is aware of its own existence. To be human is not defined by form or movement, but by an awareness of being — by understanding the distance between oneself and the world. Gentleness can be observed.Loneliness must be endured. | Wee]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/mXCKJcjBdjZJvYzybHbi Wee https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/canqHYy9pXY5B11gyQqx3jcPe5z1 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/mXCKJcjBdjZJvYzybHbi Sun, 22 Feb 2026 16:57:32 GMT 2026-02-22T16:57:32+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/mXCKJcjBdjZJvYzybHbi.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/vi/photos/tsl1VRZ8bYFrRR9EBMyT Danish Yaqin https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/U0nicaF4PrNvQcEZ3BVhE2iMrp23 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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[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/vi/photos/aGY2A7d0GmEodnh54l7X Big_Dins_Photos https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/gJbHvWrvqbed5w1B2kcf9iwiKCB3 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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/vi/photos/HaRlbV8HZph6qTP7CEe0 Victor Zhuo https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/4QDNraPSayPI6l1z44LmNKePpYg2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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/vi/photos/sVh1uqHQzy9Jq3sPjFco John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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/vi/photos/cI8eCjEr7pTX08wnzCdu John Hupa https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/5pbld81DKVT8o45bBOOJ7CDUle72 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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