Category: Stories
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the search
In the past, being photographed was generally not an issue. Today, however, press photographers are increasingly subjected to violence, as some people claim that the media presents truth as fake news, or that bystanders documenting unrest are not welcome.Freedom of the press is at a critical juncture.For amateur photographers as well, street photography has become
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the path to peace
The path to peace is usually symbolized by a dove. Peace and reconciliation, the white color for purity and innocence. The olive branch represents new life and the hope for a better future after times of hardship.It is an invitation to inner peace, acceptance, and the spreading of peace and compassion. © E n i
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recenter
It’s not about the mistakes themselves, but about what you’ve learned from them —if there even is such a thing as a mistake. It’s about finding your center, and just like in life, that center is never a perfect balance.Your thoughts shift from left to right, from high to low, shaped by what you believe
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major obstacle run
Life itself is an obstacle course. Every hill we climb, every stream we cross, every fall into the mud teaches us something essential: resilience, courage, and joy. Conquer the course. Embrace the mud. Celebrate the slide. The Major Obstacle Run is more than a race. It is a journey of body and mind — 6
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free the mind
Have compassion for yourself, nothing is better or inferior. You are a radiant link in a greater whole, a butterfly on a journey through a grand adventure. Take the time to let your wings gain strength for the next flight. There is nothing but time. © E n i s ∞ r song: Children Of
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artful decay
There’s a certain beauty to be found in decay. What was once smooth is now wrinkled, discolored, and shrivelled.A work of art in itself. © E n i s ∞ r song: Children of the Sun – Dead Can Dance
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new town
In every hand lives both the maker and the breaker.Ruins breathe, and on their bones we build againthe pulse of a civilization,beating only while will enduresand the scattered stones still answer to our call. © E n i s ∞ r song: New Town – Life Without Buildings To build and to dismantle lies within
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A Viking reenactment battle
Through the long halls of history, violence has sung its dark song—shields shattering, spears thrusting, warriors pressing on. Again and again, the struggle rises, borne on the shoulders of patriarchal might, echoing like storm and fire across the ages. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Encounter Against the Moonlight – Those Who
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oppressing wind
Overboard. On an overcrowded, heaving sailing ship, chained like slaves, an unexpected storm breaks loose. The battle of life and death begins when the captain decides to “set his cargo free.” Sonett is released; her desirable body apparently still brings a high price on the slave market. Syoss, on the other hand, though in perfect
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smoking gun
What do we teach our children? Stop gun violence! © E n i s ∞ r song: Gun – Emilíana Torrini
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soul search
I believe that many things have a soul. A city, an object, but certainly animals.Out of the blue, this dog crossed my path and, without prior arrangement, posed for my lens.The soul of a proud Parisian captured in a single photo. © E n i s ∞ r song: Rain Dogs – Tom Waits The
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counting on
It’s always just numbers, measures that weigh and define volumes.But what can you truly rely on – feeling, or the measurable world?It’s not about how big something is, but about what you long to achieve from the heart.The boundless possibilities that shape your personal rhythm, the drumbeat of your very being. All the rest is
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Back to the sea
Those who return to the sea find not only water, but also the forgotten part of themselves. © E n i s ∞ r song: Xerrox Xenonym – Alva Noto Footprints draw a story in the sand, but the waves have no memory. They kiss the shore, erase the steps, and remind us that nothing
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crash landed
Down to Earth…… © E n i s ∞ r song: Xerrox Topia – Alva Noto He who flies higher than his wings can bear, learns that the sun does not forgive.
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go let grow
The power of truth, the light that unveils what was hidden, like seeds sprouting into new insights. One ending folds into itself, as another opens with a blank and tender beginning.These are our eternal cycles. Pain and joy, dearest companions.Truth is a force, for in it you finally embrace and forgive yourself. © E n