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this was palma during semana santa. not the polished view from postcards, but the moments in between – when the procession pauses, when a glance escapes the robe, when the mask slips just a bit. behind every tradition are people, gestures, breath. i wandered, asked, waited. sometimes they noticed, sometimes they didn’t. but i felt the weight of ritual brushing against the mundane.
this was palma during semana santa. not the polished view from postcards, but the moments in between – when the procession pauses, when a glance escapes the robe, when the mask slips just a bit. behind every tradition are people, gestures, breath. i wandered, asked, waited. sometimes they noticed, sometimes they didn’t. but i felt the weight of ritual brushing against the mundane.
for skills, motivations, and, above all, emergency
created by a Korean artist Nam June PAIK in the Museum San designed by a Japanese architect Tadao Ando
Spotted this legendary election poster where Batman (or maybe Mehmet Ratman) is taking his campaign very seriously. at least someone is ready to bring justice, engineering solutions, and maybe some vengeance to local politics :D
the Finnish elections - kuntavaalit - just took an unexpected entertaining turn.
Shot in Niittykumpu, Espoo, Finland
shot by Canon 5D Mark II + EF 24–105mm f/4L IS II USM lens.
she walked alone but not unaccompanied. the streetlamp painted her twin on the stones, bold and dark. there’s no story, only time, and a woman going forward with something in her hand and something on her mind.
Person holding a camera up to their face, taking a photo.
he had just come out of the café.
checked his phone.
didn’t notice himself walking twice—once in glass, once in sunlight.
at the robledo gas station near málaga, everything stood still except the shadows.
Quiet dialogues in ancient waters. Moments suspended in the baths.
n the arkaded side of passeig de mallorca, a woman walks through one of palma’s sharpest patterns of light and dark. she doesn’t pause, doesn’t notice. but for a second, her dachshund floats mid-air, legs stretched like shadows themselves. the pillars frame the scene like a stage. and for the length of a breath, everything aligns.
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.
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.
