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El Mercado "10 de Agosto" de Cuenca (Ecuador). Traditional selling place in the marketplace of Cuenca. Take some to zoom in and look at each bag and help me to identify all products...
Of course it's not the last journey, but it is a passageway... a path that leads elsewhere, an urban route that is a story in itself and that creates the imagination...
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Certes ce n’est pas le dernier voyage, mais un passage… une voie qui mène ailleurs, un chemin urbain qui est une histoire en soit et qui créé de l’imaginaire...
This young pizzaiola takes her break on this doorstep, not far from the famous Leaning Tower of Pisa. There's a tourist frenzy rumbling around her, but she's sitting there quietly, living her life. And I see her, all contrasting colours. That's all it takes to create inverted colours.
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Cette jeune pizzaiola prend sa pause sur le pas de cette porte, non loin de la fameuse tour de Pise. Il y a une frénésie touristique autour d’elle qui gronde, mais elle est assise là tranquille, elle vit sa vie. Et moi je la vois, toute en contraste de couleurs. Il n’en faut pas plus pour créer les couleurs inversées.
In Rome, not every story is written with a capital H...
"Le Monde Réél"
A Rome, toutes les histoires ne s’écrivent pas avec un grand H...
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Walking around in the Taliarte, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands) area, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
Walking around in the small village of Playa del Hombre, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
During a walk in the dunes along the Belgian coast, in Coxyde, at the top of one of them, I came across this man, motionless, calm in the silence of the wind. Was he praying? Was he breathing? We'll never know, but he was beautiful to look at... and to photograph.
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Lors d’une balada dans les dunes le long d la côte belge, à Coxyde, en haut d’une de celles-ci, je suis tombé sur cette homme, immobile, calme dans le silence du vent. Priait-il? Respirait-il? Nous n’en saurons jamais rien, mais il était beau à voir… et à photographier.
A lone figure stands in shallow water near the shore, silhouetted in black and white as they cast a fishing line into the calm expanse. A tree trunk anchors the left side of the frame, and a bush softens the foreground on the right. The water stretches into the distance, smooth and reflective—early morning light, I think, though I was too focused on not tripping over roots to check the time (with me this is a serious concern).
I spotted them mid-cast, perfectly framed by nature’s own composition. They had the kind of quiet focus that made me feel like I was interrupting a sacred ritual… with a camera. I crouched, adjusted, and took the shot just as the line landed, like a whisper across the water. It wasn’t about the fish—it was about the mood. The hush. The way solitude sometimes wears waders and doesn’t care who’s watching.
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Hair tangled.
Eyes steady.
Whatever she was holding together,
she didn’t let go—
even when the world pushed back.
Walking around in the Playa del Hombre, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands) area, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
two figures in the threshold between silence and light. the walls reflect them without distortion, but also without truth. whatâs real â the gesture, the stance, the shape â is doubled, not clarified. the space is geometry, the light is clean, but the moment remains ambiguous. this is where conversation meets architecture. or where nothing happens at all â and thatâs why it stays.
"Sieste urbaine"
Un homme endormi devant un portail en plein centre de Rome se repose en pleine canicule.
A man asleep in front of a gate in the centre of Rome is resting in the middle of a heatwave.
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What's your name? The title is twofold: what is the name of these people without a life, without a home, without perhaps even a roof over their heads... what is the destiny of their lives, far from everything and full of hopes, stranded on this piece of pavement... And what is the name of the person who will buy them a few letters to make up a name that will restore hope?
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Quel est votre nom? Ce titre est double: quel est le nom de ces personnes sans plus de vie, sans plus de chez soi, sans peut-être même de toit… quel est la destinée de leur vie loin de tout et pleine d’espoirs échoués sur ce bout de trottoir… Et quel est le nom de celui qui leur achètera quelques lettres pour constituer un nom qui redonnera de l’espoir.
The Salt Pans of Tenefé, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands). A long view the evaporation tanks of sea water from which salt will be extracted. In the background some wind turbines, largely used in Canary Islands.
a man walks through a space made of memory and form. above him, two lines of light cut the world into direction and pause. around him, nothing speaks. only structure. the wall says ‚archive of the holocaust‘. the rest is left unsaid. this is not a moment. it‘s the geometry of remembering.
Walking around in the small village of Playa del Hombre, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
captured at the entrance of estación atocha during the spanish blackout, where the silence of halted trains echoed through the light. she walks — unaware, or perhaps unfazed — as if people still arrive even when nothing departs. the symmetry becomes a quiet metaphor: the coming and going, the presence and absence, mirrored in shadow and shape.
Every station has its ghosts, waiting for a train that never comes.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
the bridge stretches over the rushing pulse of the city, a thin line between movement and stillness. a man walks, head down, lost in thought. above him, a streetlamp bows as if in quiet resignation, a silent witness to countless crossings. the world rushes below, but up here, time slows, if only for a moment.
palma, highway bridge
In the quiet hum of the train, he met the camera like an old friend.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
🇬🇧 A group sitting in front of a closed row of shops.
No one talks, yet everything is being said — through postures, silences, shadows, and the absence of movement.
Down the sidewalk, a woman walks alone, away or back, no one knows.
Another day that leaves no trace, yet contains everything.
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🇫🇷 Un groupe assis devant une rangée de boutiques fermées.
Personne ne parle, mais tout se dit — dans les postures, les silences, les ombres, et l’absence de mouvement.
Un peu plus loin, une femme passe, seule, vers l’avant ou vers l’arrière, nul ne sait.
Un jour de plus, sans marque visible, mais chargé de présence.
L’attesa ha un ritmo tutto suo. Non disturba, non reclama attenzione. Si posa tra le pieghe del quotidiano con naturalezza, come se fosse sempre appartenuta a quel momento, a quel luogo. A volte la si percepisce nei piccoli silenzi condivisi, negli scambi brevi, nei gesti misurati. È lì, presente ma discreta, e sembra dire che anche l’abitudine, anche ciò che è ripetuto, può essere profondamente umano. In quella normalità, c’è qualcosa di perfetto.
「待つ」ということには、独特のリズムがある。騒がしくもなく、注目を集めることもない。ただ静かに日常のひだに溶け込み、まるで最初からそこにあったかのように自然だ。短いやりとりの中、控えめな仕草の中、共有された沈黙の中に、それは確かに感じられる。繰り返される日常の中に、人間らしさが静かに息づいている。完璧なまでに普通で、それゆえに美しい。
Waiting has a rhythm of its own. It doesn’t disturb or seek attention. It settles gently into the folds of the everyday, as if it had always belonged to that moment, that place. Sometimes it’s felt in quiet silences, brief exchanges, measured gestures. It is there — present but discreet — suggesting that even routine, even repetition, holds something deeply human. In that normality, there’s something perfect.
She turned toward the water
and let the brightness speak for itself.
Wind moved her hair,
the harbour scattered into a thousand small stars,
and nothing asked her
to do more than stand there
and receive it.
Walking around in the Playa del Hombre, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands) area, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
The path remembers the weight of those who walk with purpose.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
She faced the cathedral
and opened herself to the space it kept.
Centuries behind the walls.
One small moment in front of them.
Both allowed to exist
without explanation.
i watched the man pass by, quiet and fast, while the other sat still, as if waiting for time to begin again. light crawled across the floor like a memory unsure of its shape. the hallway didn’t end, it just kept repeating itself.
in palma’s calatrava, the summer evening folds the streets into shadows, letting a single ribbon of light slip between the houses, guiding a lone walker through the hushed embrace of ancient stone and the day’s fading warmth.
Walking around in the Taliarte, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands) area, with my old & light camera, looking for a new inspirational way to see the world. Lines, colours, contrasts…
beneath the silent frame meant para los carteles, a man passes untouched by slogans, unstained by headlines. only the wall remembers the messages never pinned, the voices never raised—until now, in this quiet image.
a moment caught between light and shadow, where time seems to slow down and the world turns into patterns. steps become whispers, and every line holds a secret waiting to be heard.
🇬🇧 A child walks alone through a narrow passage, reduced to a silhouette by the contrast of stone and light.
There is no gesture, no face, no anecdote. Only a body moving forward, caught between shadow and brightness.
This image opens a series about silhouettes not as figures, but as presences. Traces of movement where identity fades and form remains.
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🇫🇷 Un enfant traverse seul un passage étroit, réduit à une silhouette par le contraste de la pierre et de la lumière.
Aucun geste, aucun visage, aucune anecdote. Seulement un corps en mouvement, pris entre l’ombre et l’éclat.
Cette image ouvre une série où la silhouette n’est pas un personnage, mais une présence. Une trace de passage, là où l’identité s’efface et où la forme demeure.
🇬🇧 A man rests in the shade, reins in hand, under the gentle canopy of a tamarind tree.
The horse waits, motionless, between light and dust.
It’s not drama, it’s not a scene — just time folding in silence.
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🇫🇷 Un homme se repose à l’ombre, les rênes en main, sous la voûte feutrée d’un tamarinier.
Le cheval attend, immobile, entre lumière et poussière.
Ce n’est pas une scène, ni un drame. Juste le temps qui s’installe, en silence.
the city pauses in a quiet standoff with its own reflection. in the narrow corridor between rain and rhythm, a lone silhouette becomes both presence and memory – a fleeting witness suspended in symmetry.
When modernity, the city and life are involved, anything can happen, even the most surprising images in the end.
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Quand la modernité, la ville et la vie sont de la partie, tout peut arrivé, même les images les plus surprenantes au final.
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