Ảnh về Skier | Tải hình ảnh miễn phí bản quyền & độ phân giải cao https://www.cizucu.com/vi/explore/photos/skier vi 2026-04-23T01:23:17+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. vi https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[A fisheye perspective transforms the iconic Supertree Grove into a glowing cosmic canopy, bending the OCBC Skyway into an arc that frames the entire expanse. Singapore rarely gets clear, starry night skies but in this moment, the illuminated Supertrees become our constellations. Their pink and violet lights scatter across the darkness like stars, transforming the urban canopy into a galaxy of our own. | kevouthere]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/g88J64lQJj6l7N8jfLy9 kevouthere https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/vAKSb90hfjR5d00YSCW8pmxtTHp2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/g88J64lQJj6l7N8jfLy9 Wed, 18 Feb 2026 20:05:35 GMT 2026-02-18T20:05:35+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/g88J64lQJj6l7N8jfLy9.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[That day, my brother and I braved our fist self-guided multi-day adventure through the Central Highlands of Tasmania/Luruwita. What looked like clear skies and path ahead took a turn when a raging blizzard arrived in the first hour. In hindsight, it was quite telling of what else lay ahead. That day was just the beginning of what we now reflect on as “The Hero’s Journey”. | nai.msz]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/qJnNFlE9XeqYSoFj3kOI nai.msz https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/ISYkRVxR9SUS8Fb6DMOXBb9pTho1 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/qJnNFlE9XeqYSoFj3kOI Sun, 15 Mar 2026 20:03:55 GMT 2026-03-15T20:03:55+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/qJnNFlE9XeqYSoFj3kOI.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/vi/photos/F3NgSSzO6r8lgqyxoKae Him謙 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/zjBHZF3XZ2fazvjboU8yuc0bVdA3 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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[Dreams here are not just pretty images, they are paths to travel, skies to soar, minimal lights at the end of an immense corridor. Architecture becomes a metaphor for the process, a liminal space: the darkness is the fears and those slits of light are the ideas and desires that call us from afar. What invites us to transit, always in movement towards that clarity and to the transit through new nuances: search, get lost, try again. In the end, more than finding a perfect dream, what remains is the mark of the path traveled, the wake of that inner journey that reveals who we are when we decide to follow what our spirit yearns for. | Daniel]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/ZnyO3IOFX2BuEHliyvOr Daniel https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/ZaW40P2crvZXPdx6NEX1YL6WGrp1 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/ZnyO3IOFX2BuEHliyvOr Sun, 05 Apr 2026 19:57:46 GMT 2026-04-05T19:57:46+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZnyO3IOFX2BuEHliyvOr.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/vi/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/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