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Was heading out for the super moon and came back with quite a nice arrangement of wild marguerites, illuminated by the silver moonlight.
November 2025 | Niefern-Öschelbronn
© Maximilian Engelsberger
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In a world where faces often tell stories, this portrait speaks through what is hidden. A solitary eye emerges from the shadows, hinting at untold tales and silent emotions. It's a dance between concealment and revelation, inviting viewers to explore the depths beyond the visible
just above tiled roofs and crumbling chapels, a white wing cuts through time. it belongs to no place, answers no bell, and holds nothing but a direction. the city stays still. the sky lets go.
Sometimes strength looks like stillness. In this fine art black and white portrait, a quiet story unfolds, not of motion, but of presence. The hood drawn close, the gaze turned inward, the world momentarily held at a distance. He wears the expression of reflection, that soft defiance between youth and resilience, where emotion lingers just beneath the surface. The monochrome tones amplify the honesty of the moment, the texture of thought, the solitude of becoming, the courage to be seen without saying a word.
This photograph belongs to a series exploring introspection, strength, and emotion, the kind found in athletes, dreamers, and those still discovering their place in the noise. A study of grit in stillness and truth in silence.
There’s something hypnotic about the way this rose folds inward, like a secret being kept just beneath the surface. The shade—somewhere between dusk and dream—pulled me in and refused to let go. I stood there longer than I should have, chasing the rhythm of each petal as if it had something to say
a hand shaped by years, by chords pressed and strings plucked. the skin tells stories, rough like old roads, steady like the rhythm of a familiar song. the guitar hums beneath it, wood and wire worn with life. nothing fancy here. just music. just time. seen in berlin mitte, where echoes live in quiet hands.
Caught in a quiet moment among delicate blossoms and golden leaves. A blend of natural beauty and warm city lights.
A powerful black and white child portrait that captures raw emotion, vulnerability, and silent resilience. Shot in fine art style, this image emphasizes the expressive eyes, delicate textures, and intimate connection that black and white photography can reveal.
This black & white portrait invites viewers into a quiet moment of reflection, where the strength of a child’s gaze transcends words. A piece designed to resonate deeply, fitting within fine art portraiture, monochrome photography, and emotional storytelling.
Cast in concrete, touched by light.
Is it architecture or artifact? A place to rest or to summon?
This structure defies function and yet feels designed for a ritual we’ve long forgotten.
In the stillness of the frame, something ancient stirs beneath the modern skin.
There’s a calm before every storm, a breath between struggle and strength. He sits in the quiet, wrapped in his hood, eyes holding stories the world can’t see. This isn’t just stillness, it’s resolve. A portrait of someone learning that silence can be power, and stillness can be movement.
In black and white, the distractions fade and the truth remains, the texture of thought, the shape of reflection, the subtle pulse of determination.
This fine art portrait captures the spirit that drives athletes, dreamers, and fighters alike, the unseen moments that shape the ones the world applauds.
Shot with cinematic tone and emotional clarity, this image speaks softly, yet it carries weight.
She refused to back down. In a field ruled by strength, one small frame stood against the storm. She wasn’t meant to win, not by size, not by numbers, yet her courage broke the rules before the whistle ever blew.
This is more than a tackle. It’s a story of defiance, grit, and fearless determination.
Every drop of mud, every impact, every breathless second becomes proof that heart beats harder than muscle.
In this monochrome moment, captured through the lens of fine art sports photography, we see not just a game, but the beauty of resilience and the poetry of a girl who refused to back down.
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A lone figure walks toward fog-covered trees, lit by the soft morning sun. The composition highlights the warm tones and quiet stillness of the scene.
A quiet moment in transit—light catches the worn textures of a scratched window and a heavy coat. The blurred world outside passes by, unseen, as thoughts drift elsewhere in the warmth of the moving carriage.
Everyone is on their way.
Some towards somewhere.
Some away from something.
Some just walking because the light turned green.
The choreography of the city never pauses.
You’re either part of it –
or watching from the curb.
The rain came hard. The kind that soaks through to the soul. But the game never stopped.
Two young players, caught in the storm, met with fearless hearts and unspoken pride.
In this frame, there’s no scoreboard, no crowd, only grit, courage, and the art of competition.
Every drop becomes a brushstroke, every tackle a story. This image isn’t just about rugby; it’s about the spirit of persistence, the purity of passion, and the poetry found in motion under pressure.
Captured in black and white to strip away distraction, leaving only form, strength, and emotion. This fine art approach to sports photography seeks to freeze not victory, but heart.
A hand to the hood,
as if to shut out the world, just for a breath.
Rain still glistens underfoot,
while color rebels against the day’s grey weight.
The city behind?
Still there.
But for the length of a heartbeat –
only surface, outline, opening.
Cologne.
A city of tunnels, thresholds,
and a thousand quiet escapes.
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Frohe Ostern !
Happy Easter !
Paște fericit !
¡Felices Pascuas!
Buona Pasqua !
Joyeuses Pâques !
Vrolijk Pasen!
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Painting with light on a very cold, windy and rainy spring day in the Japanese Garden
[manual vintage lens Pentax-M 50mm f/1. 7 - open aperture]
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Lichtmalerei an einem kalten und vor allem windigen und verregneten Frühlingstag im Japanischen Garten
[manuelles Objektiv Pentax-M 50mm f/1. 7 bei Offenblende]