Totes 的照片 | 下載免版稅及高解析度圖片 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/explore/photos/totes zh-tw 2026-05-05T21:39:56+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. zh-tw https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Bangkok's Chinatown unfolds like a scented palette of heritage, aromas spilling from hidden alleyways and storied street corners, blending with a vibrant color aesthetic that refuses to fade into muted tones. Through an unedited lens, every corner writes its own scene, each frame flowing into the next, a living canvas where cultures meet, and time holds its breath. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/M1IK8BGcHcUuGQKcf8pp Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/M1IK8BGcHcUuGQKcf8pp Sat, 14 Mar 2026 23:33:33 GMT 2026-05-03T13:49:17+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/M1IK8BGcHcUuGQKcf8pp.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[surfer in two tones | dede dos film]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/kDA27Xyky5ZccQItzHUV dede dos film https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/ou3Xb5dQZWfMwCFVM6fhXb4k2jj1 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/kDA27Xyky5ZccQItzHUV Sat, 21 Dec 2024 07:08:25 GMT 2024-12-21T07:09:09+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/kDA27Xyky5ZccQItzHUV.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[surfer in two tones | dede dos film]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/kDA27Xyky5ZccQItzHUV dede dos film https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/ou3Xb5dQZWfMwCFVM6fhXb4k2jj1 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/kDA27Xyky5ZccQItzHUV Sat, 21 Dec 2024 07:08:25 GMT 2026-01-20T03:18:29+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/kDA27Xyky5ZccQItzHUV.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Bangkok's Chinatown unfolds like a scented palette of heritage, aromas spilling from hidden alleyways and storied street corners, blending with a vibrant color aesthetic that refuses to fade into muted tones. Through an unedited lens, every corner writes its own scene, each frame flowing into the next, a living canvas where cultures meet, and time holds its breath. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/M1IK8BGcHcUuGQKcf8pp Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/M1IK8BGcHcUuGQKcf8pp Sat, 14 Mar 2026 23:33:33 GMT 2026-03-14T23:33:33+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/M1IK8BGcHcUuGQKcf8pp.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A late-night mind, full of bottled-up words after a long day that was good and bad at the same time, and then I saw this light. A simple backlight that captured what I’ve been feeling this month: a constellation, almost a galaxy in warm tones, made of so many moments and intense emotions. Canon 6D Mark II | Rebecca Doracio]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/GWm3JDguQueY5RB3ejAH Rebecca Doracio https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/rebeccadoracio https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/GWm3JDguQueY5RB3ejAH Sun, 22 Mar 2026 01:47:12 GMT 2026-03-22T01:47:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/GWm3JDguQueY5RB3ejAH.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A late-night mind, full of bottled-up words after a long day that was good and bad at the same time, and then I saw this light. A simple backlight that captured what I’ve been feeling this month: a constellation, almost a galaxy in warm tones, made of so many moments and intense emotions. Canon 6D Mark II | Rebecca Doracio]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/GWm3JDguQueY5RB3ejAH Rebecca Doracio https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/rebeccadoracio https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/GWm3JDguQueY5RB3ejAH Sun, 22 Mar 2026 01:47:12 GMT 2026-05-03T13:28:37+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/GWm3JDguQueY5RB3ejAH.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[this was my first ferry ride in istanbul, surrounded by seagulls flying so close it felt unreal. i was just trying to capture the moment, not knowing how the photos would turn out. it was also my first time using Harman Phoenix 200 film stock, and the strong blue tones really surprised me but that’s exactly what made me fall in love with it. it's definitely a look i want to keep exploring. if you’re into bluish tones, you should give this film stock a try. i was telling my best friend, AJ who’s also into film photography saying that I wanted to use this roll during my ferry ride to meet her ex-girlfriend for brunch…hahaha! i also shot about 30 photos in just 10–15 minutes with this roll. i wish i could visit istanbul again. you guys should give it a try. feel free to ask me anything if you have questions. thankies! | asri]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/RZLD1Q9AV4QDICbVbySD asri https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/EuJS45RNWKgaql265KlaH8V0yE33 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/RZLD1Q9AV4QDICbVbySD Fri, 01 May 2026 11:45:13 GMT 2026-05-01T11:45:13+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/RZLD1Q9AV4QDICbVbySD.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[this was my first ferry ride in istanbul, surrounded by seagulls flying so close it felt unreal. i was just trying to capture the moment, not knowing how the photos would turn out. it was also my first time using Harman Phoenix 200 film stock, and the strong blue tones really surprised me but that’s exactly what made me fall in love with it. it's definitely a look i want to keep exploring. if you’re into bluish tones, you should give this film stock a try. i was telling my best friend, AJ who’s also into film photography saying that I wanted to use this roll during my ferry ride to meet her ex-girlfriend for brunch…hahaha! i also shot about 30 photos in just 10–15 minutes with this roll. i wish i could visit istanbul again. you guys should give it a try. feel free to ask me anything if you have questions. thankies! | asri]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/RZLD1Q9AV4QDICbVbySD asri https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/EuJS45RNWKgaql265KlaH8V0yE33 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/RZLD1Q9AV4QDICbVbySD Fri, 01 May 2026 11:45:13 GMT 2026-05-03T10:42:04+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/RZLD1Q9AV4QDICbVbySD.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[We went to Kazakhstan in December of 2024, fully prepared for temperatures hovering around zero degrees, and a week of exploring Almaty; imagine our surprise when, the moment we landed, temperatures dipped to -15! Thank goodness for second-hand winter-wear stores, for the spirit of adventure needed to travel, and for a wife that pushes me fully out of my comfort zone, onto a horse, and into the Kazak mountains. This was a landmark moment for us, just before our fifth anniversary, and the beginning of our horse-riding obsession,. For me personally, it was also the end of my drive to baby my gear; there's only so many times your Q2 can bump against a stainless steel saddle before you decide, hey, never mind the scratches. Our toes went numb in the sub-zero temperatures, our guide-dog ate our lunch, and we found ourselves in pitch-darkness, navigating only by the village lights in the far distance. I wouldn't change a thing. | Jabariphotos]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/pKK6B44Zc6U6maOPGZPa Jabariphotos https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/ZFecu6n4qbdIiySwvI47tt31qYt2 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/pKK6B44Zc6U6maOPGZPa Sat, 02 May 2026 13:58:56 GMT 2026-05-02T13:58:56+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/pKK6B44Zc6U6maOPGZPa.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[The Lost Romance and Dances was born from a dream and a place, the Seven Sisters Cliff. I had imagined it for a very long time, and when I finally stood there, the experience felt otherworldly. The sunset unveiled colors I had never seen before, painting the horizon in tones so magical that time itself seemed to pause. As evening dissolved into night, the cliffs transformed. What was once radiant with color became stark, monochrome, almost like the aftertaste of a love once held and suddenly taken away. This place felt alive with memory, a witness to joy, heartbreak, and longing through countless lives that had passed across its edge. At its heart, The Lost Romance and Dances is a meditation on memory and return. The work drifts like a forgotten tide, carrying back fragments of love, loss, and longing. It is dedicated to those who have loved deeply and lost, who return not to reclaim but to rediscover. Within its imagery rests a fragile devotion, a romance both fleeting and eternal, kept alive in the quiet dance ofmemories returning. | INKAN]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/c6X5QFypeVexSKsL3yma INKAN https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/394o0WNHj6P0jZeascrsAkgBWDx1 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/c6X5QFypeVexSKsL3yma Sat, 14 Mar 2026 02:33:47 GMT 2026-03-14T02:33:47+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/c6X5QFypeVexSKsL3yma.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[We went to Kazakhstan in December of 2024, fully prepared for temperatures hovering around zero degrees, and a week of exploring Almaty; imagine our surprise when, the moment we landed, temperatures dipped to -15! Thank goodness for second-hand winter-wear stores, for the spirit of adventure needed to travel, and for a wife that pushes me fully out of my comfort zone, onto a horse, and into the Kazak mountains. This was a landmark moment for us, just before our fifth anniversary, and the beginning of our horse-riding obsession,. For me personally, it was also the end of my drive to baby my gear; there's only so many times your Q2 can bump against a stainless steel saddle before you decide, hey, never mind the scratches. Our toes went numb in the sub-zero temperatures, our guide-dog ate our lunch, and we found ourselves in pitch-darkness, navigating only by the village lights in the far distance. I wouldn't change a thing. | Jabariphotos]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/pKK6B44Zc6U6maOPGZPa Jabariphotos https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/ZFecu6n4qbdIiySwvI47tt31qYt2 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/pKK6B44Zc6U6maOPGZPa Sat, 02 May 2026 13:58:56 GMT 2026-05-03T09:42:06+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/pKK6B44Zc6U6maOPGZPa.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[The Lost Romance and Dances was born from a dream and a place, the Seven Sisters Cliff. I had imagined it for a very long time, and when I finally stood there, the experience felt otherworldly. The sunset unveiled colors I had never seen before, painting the horizon in tones so magical that time itself seemed to pause. As evening dissolved into night, the cliffs transformed. What was once radiant with color became stark, monochrome, almost like the aftertaste of a love once held and suddenly taken away. This place felt alive with memory, a witness to joy, heartbreak, and longing through countless lives that had passed across its edge. At its heart, The Lost Romance and Dances is a meditation on memory and return. The work drifts like a forgotten tide, carrying back fragments of love, loss, and longing. It is dedicated to those who have loved deeply and lost, who return not to reclaim but to rediscover. Within its imagery rests a fragile devotion, a romance both fleeting and eternal, kept alive in the quiet dance ofmemories returning. | INKAN]]> https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/c6X5QFypeVexSKsL3yma INKAN https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/users/394o0WNHj6P0jZeascrsAkgBWDx1 https://www.cizucu.com/zh-tw/photos/c6X5QFypeVexSKsL3yma Sat, 14 Mar 2026 02:33:47 GMT 2026-03-14T02:34:11+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/c6X5QFypeVexSKsL3yma.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 <![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 2026-05-03T12:00:06+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.jpg?auto=compress,format