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The sun rises like a vow—low, deliberate, and golden.
Its light spills across snowbound streets,
where boats rest on trailers and houses wear memory in color.
A quiet ignition of resilience,
marking the year’s third breath with frost and flame.
in the blazing light of palmaâs streets, a single figure walks through a river of brightness. her shadow stretches forward, a quiet companion marking time, while the vast darkness behind her swallows every distraction. this is not just movement, but a fragment of solitude captured in rhythm with the city.
My weekly AI post. This time generated with chatGPT. if you’re interested how to do and want to know more, let me know in the comments! hen light cuts the world into shapes and shadows, all that remains is a man in motion — a silhouette framed by fate, disappearing into stillness.
The evil is not over, but since I didn't cause it, I decided to rebel against the psychological distress inflicted on me by others. This is why I wanted to capture my first time out after so long. I know I'm not missing out on anything out there and that everything goes on just the same, but in the summer — when I don't feel as bad as in the winter — it's only right to go out and look it in the face.
Faces aligned like whispers across time, each profile carrying forward a trace of the last — a silent dialogue between generations.
Olympus OM-D E-M5 Mk.II
M.Zuiko 45mm/f1.8
From a Saturday afternoon walk at the beach at Klegod south of Søndervig, Denmark - October 24, 2020.
All elements shot with an iPhone6 and SlowShutterCam.
Edited on iPad with Mextures and Leonardo.
To learn more about creative photography processes and art on an iPhone you might be interested in my book co-written with Bob Weil:
www.amazon.com/The-Art-iPhone-Photography-Creating/dp/193...
and website: www.iphoneographycentral.com
Non fotografo soltanto i paesaggi, cerco l'istante in cui prendono vita.
Il cielo sembrava trasformarsi continuamente, come una tela dipinta dalla luce. Poi sono apparse alcune figure.
È questo incontro imprevedibile a dare identità all'immagine.
From a week's family vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - April 04, 2021.
The photo is taken at Grenen - The Northern Tip of Denmark.
i had photographed the man.
just like this.
but instead of a bird, there had only been some folded papers.
they were blank.
he didn’t read them. he just looked at them.
maybe he was thinking about what they could say.
i wanted to replace the paper with a bird.
that was the idea.
i opened the file, described the scene, and told the ai to change only that.
a gull, not a page.
but chatgpt-4o didn’t listen.
instead of a modified photo, it gave me this.
a new image.
a new light.
a man who looked like the first man, but wasn’t him.
and a bird that wasn’t mine.
the picture i wanted was lost.
but the one i got is better.
in the hush of a rainy afternoon, two umbrellas form a quiet cathedral. beneath one, a man gazes sideways—his white hair tracing the years, his silence louder than the crowd beyond. in this brief frame, time bends inward, and all that matters is the shelter we find in each other, spoken or not.
Tramonto 10 agosto 2026 ore 20:14 CET.
Sale l’attesa per mercoledì 12 agosto, quando il cielo si vestirà di mistero: l’eclissi totale di sole oscurerà il giorno e la mia Regione sarà la più fortunata d’Italia, il disco lunare coprirà il sole al 94%. Se il cielo sarà limpido, da questa postazione immortalerò l’evento, sospeso tra luce e ombra, scienza e poesia.
Sunset, August 10, 2026, at 8:14 PM CET.
The anticipation rises for Wednesday, August 12, when the sky will cloak itself in mystery: the total solar eclipse will dim the day, and my Region will be Italy’s luckiest, the lunar disk will cover the sun by 94%. If the sky stays clear, from this vantage point I’ll capture the event, suspended between light and shadow, science and poetry.
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6575 HDR
A quiet monochrome portrait built around reflection, stillness and inner attention. The image captures a brief moment of self-presence - when a glance becomes a thought, and a reflection begins to feel like a private conversation.
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Спокойный монохромный портрет, построенный на отражении, тишине и внутреннем внимании. Кадр сохраняет короткое состояние присутствия - когда взгляд становится мыслью, а отражение начинает звучать как личный разговор.
I am not Iban by heritage, but the longhouse has long been woven into the fabric of my childhood. I never lived in one, yet I grew up with its presence—playing in its corridors, watching life unfold beneath its towering stilts, and soaking in its warmth and rhythm during visits to nearby Dayak communities. For me, the longhouse was more than a structure; it was a living memory—a backdrop to laughter, discovery, and cultural richness.
Now, decades later, I return as a visitor—not just to a place, but to a feeling that never truly left me.
“The Iban Longhouse Soul” is a merged image, carefully crafted in Lightroom using two separate exposures. One captures me in stillness—contemplative, present—while the other is a motion-blurred echo of myself, walking through the very same space. This layering of images reflects the layers of time within me: the adult revisiting a place that once held the child, the present walking through the corridors of memory.
The blurred figure represents the soul in motion—a longing spirit caught between past and present, drawn to the familiarity of woven mats, vibrant buntings, and the hanging ornaments that still breathe tradition into the wooden beams of the Iban longhouse.
Though these longhouses are becoming part of history, fading into stories and photographs, they remain alive in the memories of those who once walked their length—even if only as children.
This photo is not just documentation; it is remembrance. It is my quiet tribute to the soul of the longhouse, and the soul it left in me.
i stood below as three dark figures crossed the sky like notes on a staff, drawn by a hand i couldn’t see.
the city fell away. the world reduced itself to line, contrast, and a quiet sense of motion.
in that moment, it felt like the weight of the day — the push, the pull, the climb — had been distilled into a single curve of steel.
nothing left but forward.
acrilic on canvas, 40x50 cm
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Un'immagine di pioggia rossa può essere un'immagine surreale che evoca sensazioni visive, creando un'atmosfera che va oltre il realismo, spingendo lo spettatore a interrogarsi sul significato nascosto di ciò che sta vedendo.
"Il rosso della pioggia" non è una metafora comune, ma si può interpretare come una metafora della pressione sociale per il contrasto tra la negatività del "rosso" (sangue, violenza) e la normalità della "pioggia" (un evento naturale). La pioggia può essere un'occasione per riflettere, per prendersi una pausa dalle aspettative sociali, e il suo colore rosso, metaforicamente, può rappresentare una pressione o una violenza che non si può ignorare.
La figura con l'ombrello può essere una metafora visiva per la protezione e il riparo dalle avversità (sia fisiche, come la pioggia, sia metaforiche, come le difficoltà della vita). Può anche simboleggiare il modo in cui ci si protegge dalla pressione sociale che incombe sulla collettività.
In un contesto culturale, può anche rappresentare la libertà di pensiero e la capacità di formarsi una propria opinione, indipendentemente dalle pressioni esterne
Winter blue sky and cloud pattern seen through my kitchen window - Vejrumstad, Denmark - February 01, 2021.
by the storm
[Kodak Brownie Cresta modified with flipped lens / Superpan 200 / Adonal stand dev. / February 2019]
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Shot/used for a Facebook challenge with the theme "Light pattern/traces of light" - May 04, 2020.