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Abstract
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Three Lamps
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Three Tires
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A Mesh
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An Essay on Composition
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Photopanning in Rome
Photo panning is an art in itself and – when adequately practised – is able to deliver a stunning visual experience. In this picture (that has not been altered but for contrast and clarity) the overall experience reminds the Impressionism aesthetics.
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A view of the Bologna’s Station
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Close up of a chessboard
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Pop Art in Hamburg
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Not A Rorschach Inkblot
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Red Cross
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An Essay on Light
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An Essay in Composition
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Seats
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Natural Silohuette
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Spectrum
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Panning the Police
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London in Motion: A Night Ride in a Single Frame
A red double-decker bus slices through the night, leaving only its luminous ghost behind. In this fleeting moment, captured on a wet London street, the city reveals its rhythm—not through its buildings or its people, but through its constant movement. The bus doesn’t pause to announce itself. Its iconic shape is blurred into streaks of red and blue light, a reminder that in this city, life is always in transit. The wet pavement catches the glow of streetlamps and traffic signals, spreading the colours like brushstrokes across black asphalt. Even the green arrow on the traffic light seems to point the way forward, as if urging the scene along. Behind…
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The Day of the Zombies
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Even
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Inked
This is a real photo and not the result of a Photoshop filter. Reality always win against software emulation…
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Distraction
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Without Glasses @ via del Corso
This picture is a mistake. The X100s auto-focus didn’t work properly and I got this result that, nevertheless, I quite like.
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Lost in Le Puglie
There are roads in Puglia that don’t go anywhere fast. This was one of them. Shot from behind the wheel, somewhere between nowhere and nowhere else, I caught this image of a slow-moving tractor framed by empty fields and a sky too wide to hold. The road is narrow, uneven, old—but it doesn’t complain. Like most things around here, it does its job without fuss. The light was gentle, just after afternoon, slipping into that moment where colour fades softly rather than drops off. The greens were still sharp, the sky leaning pale toward evening, and everything felt settled. No drama. No rush. What drew me in wasn’t the tractor…