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Should I Seat?
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Landing
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Bronine Volkit Camera Hub. Mixed feelings
The picture is self-eplaining. Patona batteries show odd parameters, while a Nikon original battery is more in line with the declared specs. This is by no way a reliable experiment, as the batteries’ state is not comparable. I will continue experimenting with different models because these results are pretty odd. However I can not blame Patona for the outcomes, for the bromine volkit itself might be defective and a fair comparison should be based upon batteries handled similarly.
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A Skateboarder
I took this shot with a long lens, standing just far enough back to flatten the scene and compress the zig-zag of the bike lane into a graphic, winding ribbon. What drew me to the moment was the contrast between the physical tension of the skateboarder’s posture and the rigid lines of the urban environment. He’s caught mid-shift — arms out, knees bent, entirely present in his balance. No theatricality, no posing. Just rhythm and gravity. The geometry of the path worked as an unintentional compositional gift. The white lines, curved rails, and signage almost funnel the viewer’s attention into the skater’s hunched figure. A classic leading-lines scenario, but more…
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Man in Trenchcoat
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After Heat, Structure
I made this photograph handheld, late afternoon. The car was still warm. Fire had done what fire does: reduced all function to form, all value to surface. What remained was metal, glass, ash—and light. I chose a shallow angle, head-on through the front windscreen, to confront the wreckage as directly as possible. The lens was at roughly 60mm, allowing a slight compression of space. I focused on the mid-depth—the charred dashboard—so the frame reads in layers: foreground (rust and blistered bonnet), middle (molten plastic and exposed seat frames), background (burned upholstery, collapsed interior geometry). Each plane tells a different part of the story. The light was flat, which helped. No…
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Soldering
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Fancy a beer?
I caught this Peroni bottle resting on a worn wooden post at the marina, the kind of accidental still life you don’t stage — you simply recognise and frame. The Pentax K-5, paired with the DA* 50-135 f/2.8, made the job effortless. That lens has a way of pulling a subject into sharp relief while letting the world behind it dissolve into painterly abstraction. Here, the background of masts, ropes, and blurred hulls becomes more a wash of colour than a setting, yet it still whispers the story of where we are. I shot wide open, wanting the bokeh to take the harsh edges off the busy scene. The glass…
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Imitation of Banksi
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Fast Roping
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Kite Surfers
There’s a certain theatricality to kitesurfing that photography loves. The arc of the kite, the tension in the lines, the frozen posture of the rider mid-jump — all these elements play beautifully against a dramatic sky. In this frame, the scene is split into three horizontal bands: the restless sea, the solid breakwaters, and the layered clouds. The kites add the essential vertical accents, their bright reds and blues pulling the eye away from the muted tones of sea and stone. The choice of timing is decisive. The central figure is caught at the peak of his jump, the board still angled upwards, knees bent, hands taut on the bar.…
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Chasing Rainbows on the Open Road
The highway stretches ahead, slick with rain, as a truck hums steadily through the mist. Then, as if drawn by some unseen hand, a rainbow arches across the sky, anchoring itself almost to the truck’s path. In that instant, the mundane transforms: the road becomes a bridge between grey clouds and fragile colour. The scene speaks of quiet journeys and unexpected rewards. The truck, anonymous and workmanlike, seems to carry the weight of routine—deliveries, schedules, miles yet to go. Yet above it, nature paints a fleeting miracle, a reminder that even on a wet and weary road, wonder can appear without warning. The trees along the embankment stand bare, witnesses…
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The Gate to the Appeal
Inside the Court of Appeals, a lobby serves more as a transition than a destination. The architecture is stripped of ornament—pure function, no decorative intent—yet the repeated octagonal frames create an unintended visual rhythm. Each opening leads to another, and then another, until the corridor seems to extend beyond its physical limits. What drew me to the scene was the quiet precision of these shapes. They’re not dramatic, but they impose order. The light at the far end, brighter and slightly softer than the interior illumination, acts as a vanishing point that pulls the viewer forward. It lends the space a faint sense of expectation, as though something awaits at…
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Fujifilm X-T3 Video Cheat Sheet
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Toxic Waste in Open Air
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Barbarians At the Beach
Early in the morning, before the usual hum of the seafront returned, the marks left behind during the night were still untouched. The beach, normally a place defined by wind, tide, and human leisure, had been overwritten by the heavy, mechanical tracks of off-road vehicles. What should be a natural surface shaped by the sea had become a blueprint of careless intrusion. The lines in the sand tell their own story. They are not the soft curves left by a bicycle or the faint imprints of footsteps. These are deep, forceful grooves—parallel, looping, intersecting—carved by weight and speed. They cut through the beach in patterns that have nothing to do…
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Dark Cloud Over San Pietro
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Forza Italia
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Feuer
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