Ảnh về Slippers | Tải hình ảnh miễn phí bản quyền & độ phân giải cao https://www.cizucu.com/vi/explore/photos/slippers vi 2026-05-03T06:37:33+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. vi https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Someone slipped. Someone’s sliding and someone’s snapping #filmphotography #yuzawa #skiphoto #minoltarivazoom70ex | pwdrolls]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/u9Ju30qyy5vJp1cpbmoq pwdrolls https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/PFJZQVgMkgPjCbR5NhGjPu1safC3 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/u9Ju30qyy5vJp1cpbmoq Thu, 26 Feb 2026 18:38:51 GMT 2026-02-26T18:38:51+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/u9Ju30qyy5vJp1cpbmoq.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[the light stayed for a while then slipped away without a sound the trees did not notice the wall did not remember but something in me paused as if this moment would not come again | benjamin]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/08JHnjLkVe6nNlKq8VSY benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/vi/benjamin https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/08JHnjLkVe6nNlKq8VSY Mon, 20 Apr 2026 20:57:35 GMT 2026-04-20T20:57:35+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/08JHnjLkVe6nNlKq8VSY.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[That day, Smoke hung in the air. Mahjong tiles cracked against the table like small acts of violence. Under a single lamp, the players emerged just enough to be seen, then slipped back into shadow. No names. No introductions. No one cared who you were outside the light. All that matters, IS TO WIN. This is a recreation of what it was like, The outfits were planned to fit how it was like. and only the lady boss of the house was the prominent one. the rest were just name less and fodder in the place. | Justin Ignatius Seow]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/OJq0C8tvGcOSUud9DHMx Justin Ignatius Seow https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/Xio2aQc1xLVifEs8ZWI9QhWKGVz1 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/OJq0C8tvGcOSUud9DHMx Mon, 16 Mar 2026 19:36:54 GMT 2026-03-16T19:36:54+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/OJq0C8tvGcOSUud9DHMx.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[High above the quiet garden, the moonlight slipped between branches heavy with ripe figs. A faint flutter broke the still air as a Greater Short-Nosed Fruit Bat glided in, guided by scent rather than sight. The bat hovered briefly, sniffing the sweet aroma, then settled upside-down beneath a perfect fig. With surprising delicacy, it tore into the soft fruit, savoring each bite. Juice glistened on its fur as seeds scattered to the ground—future fig trees planted by accident . Unaware of its role as a gardener of the night, the little bat fed until satisfied, then disappeared into the darkness, carrying the forest’s future in its tiny jaws. | Arijit Das]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio Arijit Das https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/tLqyycXyxrV9nzvrbsUePBeK9D12 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio Fri, 13 Mar 2026 16:50:12 GMT 2026-03-13T16:50:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Title: HI One morning, light slipped through a gap in my curtains and left a mark on my front door. I wasn't looking for it — I just happened to see it. I'm drawn to ordinary moments when light transforms a space. This one felt different. The light had arranged itself into something legible — a quiet greeting written in warmth and shadow, offered before I had even opened my eyes to the day. The first thing you see is the "I" — a clean column of light, standing on its own. But look at the darkness surrounding it, the shadow that cuts through, the negative space between. Let your eyes rest there. It takes a second look. The "H" quietly appears. Together, they form something simple: hi. The texture and marks already on the door became part of the letters, as if the surface had always been waiting to hold them. It wasn't planned. The light held its shape for a while — long enough to notice, long enough to photograph, long enough to feel like it meant something. This photo is about paying attention — to light, to darkness, and to the thin line between the two. Every element had to align: the curtain gap, the angle of the morning sun, the moment I chose to stop and look. Change any one of them, and the greeting vanishes. Some things only reveal themselves when you look at what surrounds them. This was one of those mornings. | Koh Min Xiang]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/9qpAy4AYEf1Wt7TYAe8a Koh Min Xiang https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/iDSpkVTI3igxQ9CDl1PPdUNCF582 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/9qpAy4AYEf1Wt7TYAe8a Fri, 01 May 2026 01:12:05 GMT 2026-05-01T01:12:05+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/9qpAy4AYEf1Wt7TYAe8a.jpg?auto=compress,format