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caught in the last light at avenidas, palma — a fleeting silhouette sketched by the sun on a red canvas, lost in her screen, found in shadow.
Where angels lay clouds across the sky
Some have wings
Others sing
the rest do lazy ballet's in the air "
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Sierra - Boz Scaggs
Rivière Rouge,
Arundel,
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There are places that time forgets. Not because they vanish, but because they stay. They remain rooted while everything around them shifts—like a motel porch in the shadow of a skyline, or a rusted sign still promising cable TV in a world that streams everything.
This place doesn’t belong. Not to the polished rhythm of the city, not to the glass-and-steel ambition that surrounds it. It’s too slow, too sentimental, too analog. It creaks where others hum. It invites pause in a culture of motion.
And yet—somehow—it belongs more than ever.
It belongs because it reminds us of what permanence feels like. Because in a world obsessed with reinvention, it dares to remain. It belongs to the quiet moments we forget to seek: the hush of a porch at dusk, the faded warmth of wood touched by decades of weather and memory. It belongs to the stories that don’t need hashtags or algorithms to matter.
This place is a contradiction. It’s a relic, yes—but also a refuge. A space where the past isn’t erased, just folded gently into the present. Where the old chair still waits, the plant still grows, and the air still holds the scent of something familiar.
To stand here is to feel time differently. Not as a line, but as a layering. A collage of what was and what still is. And in that layering, this place finds its power—not in relevance, but in resonance.
It doesn’t belong. And that’s exactly why it does.
a woman steps along the fine line between light and shadow, caught in the geometry of palma’s old town. the wall speaks quietly in stone and font, its message half-covered by the angled cloak of the sun. “antigua palma” stands not just for place, but for time – split here by this transient presence, passing but not insignificant. light cuts across the façade like a memory dividing past and present. in this slice of shadow, everything feels temporary – even permanence.
Shadow pattern on light snow seen from the kitchen window, Vejrumstad near Struer, Denmark - January 12, 2021.
he moves along a line of light,
face lit by a private signal—
between shadows and concrete,
between the real and the reflected.
Whatever abstract you can find, it will always be more orderly and harmonious than the real life we have. Especially when the world is not making sense these days.
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a man walks not through space, but through rhythm – between pillars and shadows, framed by concrete silence, swallowed by symmetry and spit out into thought.
From a week's family vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - March 31, 2021.
The photo is taken at the Black Bascule Light north of the town.
Holstebro, Denmark – February 2024.
During most of 2024 Holstebro will be celebrating it's 750 year anniversary.
the geometry of solitude. a fleeting figure crosses the canvas of light and shadow, leaving only a whisper of motion. here, beneath the silent guard of railings and concrete, time pauses.
parc del mar, palma
the geometry of solitude. a fleeting figure crosses the canvas of light and shadow, leaving only a whisper of motion. here, beneath the silent guard of railings and concrete, time pauses.
parc del mar, palma
From a Saturday afternoon walk at the beach at Klegod south of Søndervig, Denmark - October 24, 2020.
Corps suspendu, pur
un souffle peint dans les airs,
la grâce fait cercle.
Body held mid-air,
a breath painted in the sky,
grace becomes a ring.
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Cirque Imagine Lyon.
In the windswept wilds of the North, a lone figure stands defiant atop a river stone, wrapped in a billowing white sheet that dances like a spirit in the wind. The landscape—rugged, raw, and golden under a break in the clouds—echoes the solitude and strength of the moment. It’s a portrait of resilience and grace, where nature and human presence blur into something timeless.
(Abstract #3 / Come, Shadows, Caress My Wall #2)
Basile Pesso - Barcelona © July 2 016
First broadcast 2 016
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Shot/used for a Facebook challenge with the theme "Abstract" - May 07, 2020.
Shot inside a Lindbergh-style tent on a black backdrop, with a fog machine adding layers of depth and mystique. The atmosphere evokes cinematic drama — the subject emerges from the shadows, framed by soft swirls of smoke, as if stepping onto a stage of light and darkness. The photograph plays with contrast and texture, turning ephemeral haze into a vital compositional element.
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Фотография сделана на фоне черного шатра в стиле Линдберга с использованием дым-машины, создающей объемную и таинственную атмосферу. Образ будто рождается из тьмы, обрамлённый мягкими клубами дыма — как актёр, выходящий на сцену света и теней. Контраст и фактура становятся основой выразительности, а дым — неотъемлемой частью композиции.
Model: @lovey.kaa
Photo: J.Fox @ifim8
Makeup: @alenabrillar
Accessories: “Dzhanelli”
Studio: “512”
he wasn’t posing. he was just walking. but the flowers behaved, the light held still, and his face said, “don’t worry — i’m used to being a painting.”
acrylic on canvas, 50x50 cm
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"Dischiuso in uno sguardo" è già un'espressione poetica di per sé, in quanto utilizza la metafora per descrivere un'apertura o rivelazione attraverso gli occhi. Si può usare "un occhio che dischiude" o "uno sguardo che si apre", oppure rendere più esplicito il concetto con "rivelato in un gesto dello sguardo" o "manifestato nel brillio degli occhi", a seconda del contesto e dell'intensità che si vuole dare.
"Come un fiore che si dischiude in uno sguardo" o "uno sguardo come un'alba appena sorta"
Johnny Mathis – "My Love For You"
My love for you is deep and endless as the sea
Strong and mighty as a tree
My love for you
My eager heart keeps beating just for you alone
Since the moment it has known
My love for you
There'll be no other lips, no other arms
No other love for me
Feeling as I do, how could there be?
And so it will be far beyond eternity
Ever faithful, ever true
My love for you
So it will be far beyond eternity
Ever faithful, ever true
My love for you
My love for you
Songwriters: HEYMAN, EDWARD / JACOBSON, HARRY
Pastoral apparitions - befogged . 30x30 Lith print executed in April 2021 on Maco Script 90 ultrabrom professional paper with Moersch Easy Lith. Photo taken with Hasselblad 500 c/m / 150mm Sonnar / expired Orwo NP 20 in November 2014
beneath a window of shadowed circles and hidden text, a woman cuts through the grid of light with elegance and solitude. her steps echo on the mosaic floor, framed by geometry, swallowed by silence. this is the rhythm of a city seen in high contrast and quiet grace.
The sea withdraws, and in its absence the shore speaks—patterns etched by time, silence shaped by rhythm. Each retreat is a revelation, each return a promise.
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The whisper of the wind moves gently through the trees, a soft touch of magic that wraps around the soul. In every moment of doubt, remember the light you seek already burns within you.
It is the power of hope that guides you, even in the darkest hours, as your flame shines bright. The dream, born in the stillness of night, is a tender promise that quietly lives in the hearts of those who dare to seek, waiting to bloom with every step of faith.
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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.
From a week's family vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - April 06, 2021.
The photo is taken at the Grey Lighthouse north of the town.