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i stood behind them. camera ready. i clicked my tongue—once, then twice. the third time he turned around. i took the shot. the light didn’t flinch. the street held its breath.
captured at la latina metro—his stance calm, his gaze unwavering. nothing posed, everything real. a portrait shaped by the streetlight and the years.
her stride carries her into the glow, yet her gaze falls not forward but to the trolley waiting alone at the beam’s end. the strip of light becomes a thread, binding traveler and object in a fleeting moment of quiet connection.
a tuk-tuk driver in silhouette drifts past the windows of the fado museum in lisbonâs alfama. inside, portraits of iconic voices gaze outward, suspended in quiet intimacy. itâs a fleeting moment where history and present share the same sunlit wall â both caught between shadow and memory.
beneath the bright expanse of glass, travelers move in silence, their mirrored selves etched into the floor below like shadows of another realm. in black and white, the moment becomes timeless, a meditation on waiting and becoming.
i was walking past a laundromat on calle de hortaleza. saw this man and thought: if only he would turn around. and then, at some point, he did.
steel waves rise, swallowing the sky. a lone figure walks, small against the tide. the past lingers in footsteps, the future towers above.
sap garden, munich.
in palma’s calatrava, the summer evening folds the streets into shadows, letting a single ribbon of light slip between the houses, guiding a lone walker through the hushed embrace of ancient stone and the day’s fading warmth.
on the day of a nationwide power blackout in spain, nothing moved. trains halted. metros silenced. public transport vanished into stillness. this was captured in estación de príncipe pío, madrid — just west of plaza de españa. people descended into the station, hoping for a way forward, but came back up again, directionless. i wanted to hold onto that moment — a visual metaphor for motion interrupted, for looking down the line and seeing only your own shadow walking out.
a table waits in silence, laid for those who may never return. through the window, light fractures the present into memory. a man drifts past, half-real, half-reflection, like time itself pausing to remember.
she stands there, but she is somewhere else.
between reflections and neon lights,
in a world that isn't quite real.
behind a perfect grid, motion turns into suggestion—two black marks, a blur of presence, an object in tow. time stretches thin behind translucent glass as the moment becomes more about pattern than person. this is not someone arriving or leaving, but simply existing within a frame that doesn’t care.
in the thick heat of midday, the pharmacy glows like a theatrical set — a portal between commerce and solitude. she steps out with shadows on her shoulders, caught between the glossy promises of youth and the ordinary gravity of age. the advertisement stares ahead with eternal smoothness, while her gaze drops, quietly human. this is the anatomy of contrast — not just of light, but of lives.
through a concrete frame, a single cyclist carves a perfect line between light and shadow. above, the world disappears; below, only rhythm, symmetry, and the fleeting trace of movement remain.
directed by emma watson glows aboveâevery detail chosen, every shadow softened. below, a woman sits in silence, not directed but drained. sheâs not framed, sheâs caught. one controls how she is seen. the other is simply seenâwithout control, without rest.
The Salt Pans of Tenefé, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands). This is and old wind turbine and the evaporation tanks of sea water from which salt will be extracted.
caught between movement and stillness—he sleeps, the world doesn’t. reflections pass like ghosts, unaware. the sun holds him gently. valencia, you gave me this.
she’s here, but also elsewhere — her expression suspended in the quiet between thoughts. the window turns the café into a vessel of layered lives: pedestrians blur with bottles, conversations mix with traffic. it’s one of those instants when the city forgets its pace and lets time stretch just long enough for a silent pause.
At the entrance of Colmar’s cathedral, a man stands silently, his eyes etched with time and hardship. His hand holds out a basket, and his gaze speaks louder than words. A street moment captured in its full dignity, fragility, and strength. Soft, diffused light enhances the textures of the stone and his face, revealing raw humanity.
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**Dignité dans l'ombre**
À l'entrée majestueuse de la cathédrale de Colmar, un homme se tient en silence, le regard marqué par le poids des années et des épreuves. Sa main tend un panier, tandis que ses yeux racontent une histoire que les mots peinent à exprimer. Cet instant fugace capture la dignité, la fragilité et la résilience de l'âme humaine. La lumière douce et diffuse caresse les textures de la pierre séculaire et les traits de son visage, révélant une humanité à l'état brut.
📍 **Lieu : Cathédrale de Colmar, France
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i saw him from a distance, paused mid-step in the arcade. the shadow stripes were like lines on a forgotten sheet of music, and he stood at the edge of light, holding a folder that might have been his past or just a menu.
framed by walls of glass and a ceiling of light, travelers move together toward their unseen destination. their reflections glide across the polished floor, doubling the quiet procession into a vision both real and dreamlike.
Walking around in the Taliarte, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands) area, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
a motorcycle hums through the lattice of a morning reflection. two riders suspended in motion, framed by pattern and chance — and in the background, someone walks on, unaware of the quiet geometry unfolding behind the glass.
Walking around in the small village of Playa del Hombre, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
i passed him by once, walking back through the quiet barcelona night. a nearly empty terrace, glasses still sweating from the last drinks of the day. something pulled me back. his presence was unmissable — not loud, not bright, but there. poised. timeless. bart.
she sat like a shadow stitched to the stone, hands folded over something unspeakable. behind her, a man with a red cap was eating in the half-light. between them, a wall — not of concrete, but silence. the graffiti said "tourist" and "no home", but the stillness said more. this was one of those streets in valencia where light speaks louder than voices.
beneath a ceiling of shadows, she walks with her gaze fixed on a glowing screen, while others drift toward the light ahead. the station hums with movement, yet the moment feels still, framed in geometry and silence.
in the smooth curve of her sunglasses, a man walks through the city without knowing he's being quietly framed, turned into a fleeting portrait behind polarized glass. this photo lives between presence and absence — a moment both shared and stolen, sharpened by distance, intimacy and unspoken observation. the city reflects itself back in fragments, and we become witnesses through borrowed vision.
a silhouette walks into amber dusk, framed by the sharp geometry of a staircase and the slow reflections of a fading city. beneath the structure, time slips quietly â light shaping space, space holding memory. the traffic signals wait; the moment doesn't.
cast against the wall in morning light, she walks — quiet, unseen, carrying presence in absence. the shape of a mother, a stroller, a gesture. nothing more. and everything.
barcelona, one of those narrow side streets where time seems to slow down.
i saw him standing there – still, immersed, like part of the stone and shadow.
i asked for a portrait, and he agreed with a quiet nod.
then i asked him to lower his glasses,
just a little, to let the light catch those immense eyes.
now i look at these frames and still can't decide which one tells the story best.
maybe it’s not about choosing.
maybe it’s about letting them all speak.
Από τον Σεπτέμβριο του 2023 το Ζαγόρι ενεγράφη ως πολιτισμικό τοπίο στην παγκόσμια κληρονομιά της UNESCO.
From September 2023, Zagori was registered as a cultural landscape in the UNESCO world heritage.
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A 91-year-old man climbs the Aristi's cobbled streets with characteristic easiness!
Physical life and exercise is the secret that almost everyone in the mountainous villages of Epirus live about 100 years!
The title, of course, is also related with the material from which the houses in Zagori villages are built, the stone that remains almost indestructible in time.
🇬🇧 In the tightness of a makeshift corridor, a figure stands still.
Blinding light ahead, patched walls of wood and plastic, and this boy, upright, back turned to the dark.
Everything here is threshold — between in and out, between retreat and confrontation, between glaring light and visible patience.
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🇫🇷 Dans l’étroitesse d’un passage bricolé, une silhouette attend.
Lumière brûlante à l’avant, murs rapiécés de bois et de plastique, et ce garçon debout, dos à l’ombre.
Ici, tout est seuil : entre dedans et dehors, entre la fuite et le face-à-face, entre la lumière aveuglante et la patience visible.
one red umbrella in a sea of shadows. she doesn’t walk, she waits. in the middle of plaça major, where the light slices through stone silence, she becomes the punctuation of the day—an accent in red, a breath in color. the arches behind her sleep, the shutters forget to blink. but she, standing still, burns quietly.
amidst the architectural marvels of valencia's ciudad de las artes y las ciencias, a solitary figure stands, embodying the contrast between human presence and grand design. the sweeping curves and towering structures create a backdrop of futuristic elegance, while the lone woman, cloaked in shadows and light, invites contemplation. her presence adds a touch of humanity to the cold, imposing lines of modernity, emphasizing the scale and beauty of our built environment. this moment, captured in monochrome, reflects the quiet introspection amidst urban grandeur.
Walking around in the Playa del Hombre, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands) area, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
he stands on the edge of light, where the geometry of the city folds inward and silence speaks loudest. between shadow and grain, the branches remember. everything else is paper—held loosely, stepped upon, or quietly torn by time.
Night has fallen on this cold day in early November. Two elderly people meet on this bridge in front of a hotel. And imagination does the rest...
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La nuit vient de tomber en cette froide journée de début novembre. Deux personnes agées se rejoignent sur ce pont devant un hôtel. Et l’imagination fait le reste...
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tarifa, andalusia. she didn’t stop. the jacket said everything — bold white letters on worn cotton. “can’t afford to be plain.” she disappeared into the shop. the sign above her said boho. i didn’t ask. she didn’t look back. and the street just kept on breathing.
🇬🇧 In front of the sleek facade of Banco do Brasil, two human presences.
One collapsed on the stairs. The other barely visible in the shade.
Between self-service and silent exclusion, social contrast speaks for itself.
A country is also written in its thresholds.
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🇫🇷 Face à la façade lisse du Banco do Brasil, deux présences humaines.
L’une effondrée sur les marches. L’autre à peine visible dans l’ombre.
Entre services automatisés et mise à l’écart silencieuse, le contraste social se passe de mots.
Un pays s’écrit aussi dans ses seuils.