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All rights reserved. zh-tw https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Like red lips with PENTAX K-1 | Yuichi Kasagami]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/VJFsnYPnsHPpiFEqo1QZ Yuichi Kasagami https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/niS7WAgZzhUqZvTv5L66bxa4xC62 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/VJFsnYPnsHPpiFEqo1QZ Tue, 19 Nov 2024 18:55:13 GMT 2025-04-27T10:10:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/VJFsnYPnsHPpiFEqo1QZ.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Lip Mark | Shotaro NAGAI]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/8A1byUFkKZI2yUQtjzyy Shotaro NAGAI https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/7TZaMON89YbIGeVJr73OTwKVV532 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/8A1byUFkKZI2yUQtjzyy Wed, 30 Apr 2025 22:18:02 GMT 2025-04-30T22:18:25+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/8A1byUFkKZI2yUQtjzyy.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Light slips through the cracks of clouds, painting the sky with quiet whispers. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/s7s7ztHEiXiDZj8Oi0m5 Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/s7s7ztHEiXiDZj8Oi0m5 Sat, 21 Mar 2026 13:56:20 GMT 2026-03-21T13:56:20+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/s7s7ztHEiXiDZj8Oi0m5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Photography Never Lies? #展覧会 #写真展 | YuKoreeda ]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/iPQL15ciXfnkfXnj2G95 YuKoreeda https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/yu___koreeda https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/iPQL15ciXfnkfXnj2G95 Sat, 13 Jul 2024 01:24:18 GMT 2024-07-13T02:27:52+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/iPQL15ciXfnkfXnj2G95.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Photography Never Lies #展覧会 #写真展 | YuKoreeda ]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/U7Kvw6IhYnlca2ogNGG8 YuKoreeda https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/yu___koreeda https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/U7Kvw6IhYnlca2ogNGG8 Sat, 13 Jul 2024 01:23:38 GMT 2025-04-17T22:33:15+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/U7Kvw6IhYnlca2ogNGG8.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[OK Commuter I: Dissolved Hours Ghosted in blue and white, the commuter exists only as a trace—neither arriving nor leaving, but endlessly passing through. Time slips here, stretched and smeared, ungraspable. In this blur lies a familiar truth: whole portions of our lives dissolve in transit, unmarked and unremembered, carried away in the rhythm of getting somewhere else. | Paddy]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/wGXzElHr1eBGOoHwptoM Paddy https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/1GGRwG7jDWNBYbt5kpsLVjwWOAl2 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/wGXzElHr1eBGOoHwptoM Mon, 20 Apr 2026 21:05:50 GMT 2026-04-20T21:05:50+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/wGXzElHr1eBGOoHwptoM.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Bound to the battlefield it once thundered across, the cannon lies in quiet repose beneath the oaks, its fury softened by the summer sun. | Tradshooting]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/WNK5NDuiSMJjlUyy12K0 Tradshooting https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/gMijeFwrPfbR24WESVovWbvW1mt2 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/WNK5NDuiSMJjlUyy12K0 Tue, 07 Apr 2026 00:50:51 GMT 2026-04-07T00:50:51+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/WNK5NDuiSMJjlUyy12K0.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A massive cargo ship lies stranded on the quiet Tainan shore. The beach stretches empty under a muted sky, waves gently lapping at the hull, as if the world has forgotten this giant. Salted air mixes with the faint rust of metal, and in the stillness, the ship feels like a solitary monument, suspended between land and sea. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH Sat, 28 Mar 2026 21:23:56 GMT 2026-03-28T21:23:56+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Unlike most images that guide the eye to a single focal point, this scene resists hierarchy. Light, water, architecture, and movement compete gently for attention, inviting the viewer to wander rather than arrive. Its beauty lies in this quiet abundance, where nothing demands to be seen, yet everything is worth noticing. | Felicia Endellion Fernandez]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/OmZRFThWg5DEJ1mEFKfr Felicia Endellion Fernandez https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/fpNqm4uC7hdDEukZ0CMUigkt5C42 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/OmZRFThWg5DEJ1mEFKfr Sun, 22 Mar 2026 03:14:19 GMT 2026-03-22T03:14:19+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/OmZRFThWg5DEJ1mEFKfr.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[My muse Hikari has always allowed me to use my inspiration to the fullest. For this specific photo, we were shuffling around on the opposite side of Shinjuku talking and laughing until we stumbled across this building. Without a second thought, we both pointed at the big lips on the wall and said "yes." I have numerous photos of Hikari, some more thought provoking and portfolio worthy, yet this one is without a doubt the funniest and quirkiest photo I have ever taken of her. | Andrew_Bibee]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/t0Fqk2vSFQNFb9bUCzbb Andrew_Bibee https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/sgYEzEEEbghSFjoo1zaZKimsxML2 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/t0Fqk2vSFQNFb9bUCzbb Sun, 27 Jul 2025 15:06:34 GMT 2025-07-27T15:06:34+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/t0Fqk2vSFQNFb9bUCzbb.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photograph came from a simple walk after my uncle’s wedding. While following a man carrying chairs, I noticed a mother and her child in the same street—an unplanned moment that quietly unfolded in front of me. It reminded me of my own mother, and how time slips by between small, everyday scenes. This image is a dedication to her, and to all mothers—an invitation for every child to pause, look back, and cherish these fleeting moments. | Akshob Ram Kumar]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/1qSCLDbLWpeAHsWXsQ2o Akshob Ram Kumar https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/akvisuals04 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/1qSCLDbLWpeAHsWXsQ2o Mon, 26 Jan 2026 12:06:44 GMT 2026-01-26T12:06:44+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1qSCLDbLWpeAHsWXsQ2o.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/zh-tw/photos/mXCKJcjBdjZJvYzybHbi Wee https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/canqHYy9pXY5B11gyQqx3jcPe5z1 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/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[The Lion’s Awakening: A Legacy in Motion Once a vibrant thread woven into the fabric of daily life, the Lion Dance is becoming a fading echo of the past. The thunder of the drums has grown distant, and the kaleidoscopic flicker of the lion is a rarer sight on our modern streets. Yet, beneath the silk and fur lies a timeless narrative. The performance is more than a spectacle; it is a story of resilience. It follows the lion as it awakens, navigates treacherous terrain, and crosses mountains and rivers in a symbolic quest for meaning and purpose. Documenting this art is a form of preservation. By capturing the spirit of the dance, we ensure that its identity isn't lost to time. It is a quiet and hopeful bridge that carries the stories of our ancestors into the light of the future, ensuring the lion continues to roar for generations to come. | snapsbyxavier]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/mGaSMUo72Va9G9aRQKpq snapsbyxavier https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/snapsbyxavier https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/mGaSMUo72Va9G9aRQKpq Tue, 14 Apr 2026 21:36:49 GMT 2026-04-14T21:36:49+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/mGaSMUo72Va9G9aRQKpq.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photograph was taken during my journey through Liangshan. The day was bitterly cold, and the air was heavy with moisture. The cold did not feel like something that merely touched the skin—it felt as though it could pass through clothing and sink deep into the body. We crossed one frost-covered hill after another, and at the top of one of them, we came across a solitary house. There were no other people in sight for nearly a kilometer, yet inside lived a young brother and sister, both no older than about five. They told us that the adults had gone to the market to sell cattle and sheep, leaving the two of them at home alone. There was no light in the house, and the floor was rough, cold concrete. Even with boots on, I could feel my toes growing painfully numb, yet they walked barefoot across the frost-covered floor as if they had long since grown used to it. Their runny noses clung to the tips of their noses, drying and wetting again and again, becoming one of the most direct traces of that winter day. We asked them what they usually did at home, and they answered, quite naturally, that they liked biting thick pieces of cardboard for fun. As they spoke, they really did begin to bite into it. In that moment, I felt a quiet sadness. But then a beam of sunlight fell across the child’s face, and he burst into laughter, as if the harshness around him had not managed to define him. At that instant, I realized that what I was seeing was no longer just poverty or cold, but something far stronger—the resilience of life itself. This photograph is important to me not because it documents hardship in a remote place, but because it reminds me that even in the most unforgiving environments, people can still hold on to joy, vitality, and light. What I felt that day was not simply sympathy, nor the shock of an outsider looking in, but a deep sense of respect. To me, this photograph is not about suffering. It is about resilience. It is not about deprivation, but about the light that remains, even within it. | 熊寶]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 熊寶 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/zdddXarNsJdBtAS3ArljH0VHCDA2 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:44:16 GMT 2026-04-14T12:44:16+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.jpg?auto=compress,format