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I may just have to share a photo of Bandit at least once a week, seeing as how she follows me around and has gotten really good at photo “bombing” me or just out right getting in front of what I am trying to photograph (Brownie camera) and sitting there.
I have been also testing out the Ricoh “filters” the last few days. I usually shoot everything raw, and make corrections in post. I have been really having fun shooting in raw + jpgs lately to see the filter results. It is freeing.
P.S. Just noticed a little Rembrandt lighting going on.
a man rests in shadowed stillness, head tilted into thought, arms folded like bridges to the past. not a portrait of action—but of all that follows it: reflection, memory, and the space between.
the steps stretch forward, leading to something unseen. a man walks up, his reflection trailing behind, as if a second self is stuck in another time. the building looms above, its sharp metallic lines carving into the sky. the shadows fracture, stretching across the ground like cracks in reality. light and darkness in perfect tension.
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a fleeting moment on the streets of valencia. the glow of
afternoon light carves her out from the shadows, her blue bag and red flower almost defiant against the black. a portrait of individuality moving through the mundane, vivid and unapologetic.
Morning mist drifts like whispered memories across Romsdalsfjorden, softening the sharp peaks of Rauma’s embrace.
The sun’s frail warmth strains through the veil, unveiling fragments of autumn gold along Klungnes and Torvikeidet.
Here, silence reigns — only the fjord breathes, mirroring the light of centuries past.
Fun Fact:
Romsdalsfjorden has served as a natural gateway between the coast and inland Norway for centuries. During the Viking Age, ships sailed these calm yet treacherous waters bound for the open sea — the same fjord that today mirrors the serenity of Western Norway’s autumn mists.
His eyes, though fixed on the present through a glowing screen, flicker with remembrance. Perhaps of a grandfather who once sat in a shop like this, flipping newspapers and greeting neighbours by name. Or of a childhood morning, waiting for breakfast at a wooden table just like this one, surrounded by the familiar creak of ceiling fans and the clink of porcelain cups.
Here, time doesn’t rush. It lingers. It echoes.
This is not just a café.
It is a living museum.
A tribute.
A bridge between the now and the never-forgotten.
Echoes of Heritage — where the past sits quietly beside us, waiting to be noticed.
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Tronco levigato dal mare, scolpito dalla luce. Un frammento di natura che racconta il tempo.
Sea-worn trunk, carved by light. A fragment of nature that speaks of time.
Captured on the ferry to Pangkor Island. I liked how the light struck the boys face, isolating him from the dim cabin and adding a sense of mystery. Taken with my trusty Ricoh GR IIIx.
she walked in light, wrapped in pattern, wrapped in quiet. i didn’t ask where she came from or where she was going – some stories are more complete when you don’t turn the page.
a woman in motion. a red umbrella breaking the grey city. quiet elegance, a moment caught between the rain and her thoughts. framed by the streets, lost in her own world.