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Who dares…
… wins (for the non-English speakers, the sign says: “Danger: crossing, jumping, trespassing forbidden”)
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Impatience
In a hurry, while somebody else is late…
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Generations
Generation after generation, the passion for the photography always lasts.
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Panoramio’s 200th photo
This is the 200th photo that has been accepted by Panoramio for Google Hearth.
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Opposites
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Busy (again)
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A perfect match
You don’t pose the street. You chase it — and sometimes, if your reflexes are fast enough, you catch it. In this image, it happened in a split second. A man sat reading the newspaper at a café table. For the briefest of moments, he held it in such a way that his own profile aligned perfectly with the image printed on the page — a fashion ad, a male model in a similar pose, eyes half in shadow, fingers near the mouth. Two men, one real, one imagined, locked in a mirrored gesture of casual confidence. Then it was gone. That’s the essence of street photography: the unrepeatable alignment…
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An outdoor theatre?
… no, just two friends debating vigorously.
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The Odd Couple
… what the heck is he doing?
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A missed pricetag?
… maybe he’s not for sale.
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An Abandoned Book…
When I came across this scene, it struck me immediately as a still-life already composed by chance. There, on the coarse, sun-warmed pavement of a dock, lay a copy of Il Marchese di Villemer, its painted cover portrait staring off to the right with aristocratic detachment. A torn scrap of red foil—perhaps once wrapping for a sweet—sat nearby, an almost absurd counterpoint to the book’s refined image. From a compositional standpoint, the photograph is anchored by the bold horizontal yellow line running across the frame. This not only divides the image but also provides a visual base upon which the book rests. The warm tones of the line complement the…
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Quis custodies
…ipsos custodes?
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Killing Santa
Who’s going to shoot Santa?
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The last waltz
Everything is ready for the last waltz. The Master of ceremony has just come. Let the celebration begins.
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Lost in iPhone while the wind blows
A man walks along the seafront, head bowed, gaze fixed on the tiny black rectangle in his hand. His grip is firm, the frown on his forehead faint but telling. Behind him, palm trees bend slightly under the steady breath of a marine wind, and the horizon dissolves into a washed-out Mediterranean haze. It could be spring, or autumn—hard to say. The light is neutral, as if suspended. This is the image of the now: digitally connected, sensorially detached. The tide rolls, the wind whispers, figures drift in the background—and he is elsewhere. Not here, not in the place his body inhabits. Not with the sea, not with the moment.…
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Sunny Afternoon
After a life of work and sacrifice, a deserved rest, in a winter, sunny afternoon
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Friend or Foe?
A suspicious stare, Tails up, Get ready for the rumble!
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Paths of Life
Some images carry weight not because of their complexity, but because of the simplicity of the encounter they capture. This photograph, with its two human figures on converging yet separate trajectories, speaks quietly about direction, purpose, and the unspoken narratives we project onto strangers in passing. Compositionally, the scene is divided into two clear focal points: the cyclist pushing her bike from the left, and the hooded figure standing in contemplation on the right. The visual balance is well handled — the figures occupy opposing thirds, leaving space for the layered cityscape and soft mountain backdrop to stretch between them. This negative space is not empty; it’s where the tension…
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Mirror
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Some photographs do not simply depict a scene; they whisper about the inevitability of time. This image — a weathered wall plastered with torn layers of posters — is a meditation on memory and impermanence. At its heart is the fragmented portrait of a man, likely once an emblem of style or aspiration, now fading beneath the relentless work of sun, rain, and neglect. Around him cluster obituaries, each a stark, matter-of-fact record of a life lived and now concluded. Together, they form a quiet but profound juxtaposition: the glamour of an image meant to sell an idea, and the final notices marking real human departures. Compositionally, the frame is…
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