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Hiro Ohta @xlix.me · Aug 10
Life is a mountain — never-ending uphill, never-ending onward, never-ending becoming.
Photo by 8moments. A breathtaking view of layered mountain ridges stretching into the distance, bathed in soft pastel hues of pink, orange, and purple as the sun rises or sets. The sky transitions from a warm yellow near the horizon to a serene blue at the top, scattered with wispy clouds. A lone figure stands on a rugged foreground ridge, gazing out over the tranquil expanse, evoking a sense of solitude and connection to nature.
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The brighter the path, the fainter my fate.
PHOTO by Sem Steenbergen. A single mountain road curves gently along a sunlit ridge, surrounded by steep, shadowed slopes. The lush green terrain contrasts with the vast, dark expanse of clouded sky above, where thick mist descends like a veil over the distant valley. The light catches just one bend in the road, giving the scene a hushed, almost sacred stillness as if time paused for this fleeting moment.
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Some cities drift on water. Others drift through collective memory.
Photo by David Bartus. A quiet canal winds through the heart of Venice, flanked by tall, weathered buildings in warm tones of ochre, rose, and cream. Green shutters and flower boxes bring life to the aged facades, while a moored boat rests in the foreground, its bow pointed toward the distant bell tower that rises above the rooftops. The water reflects the sky and stone, motionless and clear under the soft midday light.
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Flow without asking where the current goes.

📍Marunouchi, Tokyo
Photo by Hiro Ohta with iPhone. Tokyo Kaikan, Marunouchi, Tokyo.
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Some cities drift on water. Others drift through collective memory.
Photo by David Bartus. A quiet canal winds through the heart of Venice, flanked by tall, weathered buildings in warm tones of ochre, rose, and cream. Green shutters and flower boxes bring life to the aged facades, while a moored boat rests in the foreground, its bow pointed toward the distant bell tower that rises above the rooftops. The water reflects the sky and stone, motionless and clear under the soft midday light.
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The brighter the path, the fainter my fate.
PHOTO by Sem Steenbergen. A single mountain road curves gently along a sunlit ridge, surrounded by steep, shadowed slopes. The lush green terrain contrasts with the vast, dark expanse of clouded sky above, where thick mist descends like a veil over the distant valley. The light catches just one bend in the road, giving the scene a hushed, almost sacred stillness as if time paused for this fleeting moment.
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Flow without asking where the current goes.

📍Marunouchi, Tokyo
Photo by Hiro Ohta with iPhone. Tokyo Kaikan, Marunouchi, Tokyo.
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Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.

- Anthony J. D’Angelo
Photo by Stijn Dijkstra. A woman walks alone on a gently curving path beneath a vast, arched glass canopy that filters golden sunlight through dense tropical foliage. The architecture merges seamlessly with nature, forming a luminous sanctuary where beams of light pierce the verdant greenery. The moment feels suspended in warmth and stillness, as if time bends to the hush of growing leaves and glowing sun.
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The newspaper layers bitter facts, sweet narratives, and unfinished interpretations. So too is our life.
Photo by Fatih Maraşlıoğlu. In the softly lit interior of a vintage-style train carriage, a man with silver hair sits quietly, absorbed in reading a newspaper. The warm glow of wall sconces casts gentle reflections on polished wooden walls and deep brown leather seats, creating an atmosphere of tranquil intimacy and timeless solitude.
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Expectation is an argument between what is and what could be.
Photo by Jess Zoerb. A small child stands on smooth rocks by the edge of a calm lake, holding a fishing rod. The sun is low, casting a golden glow across the water and creating a gentle silhouette of the figure against a vast blue sky. The moment feels still and quiet, with only the soft ripples of the lake breaking the silence.
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Even fleeting lights leave a mark. So do we.
PHOTO by Vishal Shah. A nighttime cityscape frames a sweeping elevated train track flanked by modern glass towers and old brick buildings. Long-exposure light trails from a passing train bend gracefully through the scene—ribbons of electric blue, red, orange, and white cutting through the dark steel rails. Office lights glimmer inside the curved glass facade on the left, where a “Joe & The Juice” café glows subtly. The stillness of the architecture contrasts with the fluid energy of the motion.
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Throughout history, the bare tree has symbolized introspection, seasonal transitions, and the cycle of life and death.
PHOTO by Anuj Yadav. A single leafless tree stands on the edge of a concrete surface, silhouetted against a vast mountain range bathed in warm light. The jagged peaks, dusted with snow, stretch across the background, while the lower slopes are cloaked in dense forests. Above, the sky is overcast with soft, muted clouds, casting a quiet stillness over the scene.
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The Zen monk neither enters nor leaves. He is both.
Photo by Dylann Hendricks. A solitary silhouette of a robed figure stands poised within a doorway, framed by the delicate textures of a tranquil temple courtyard. Soft natural lighting highlights subtle architectural details, evoking a quiet harmony between shadows and serene surroundings.
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Nothing is forgotten
The universe is a notebook
Of first and last resort

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This tea will be forgotten. Yet I remember it now. That is enough.
Photo by Eva Bronzini. A clay teapot pours warm tea into a small ceramic cup resting on a bamboo tray. Ripples form gently on the tea’s surface, reflecting soft light. Droplets glisten on the tray, suggesting recent motion and the quiet rhythm of a tea ritual. The scene is intimate and calm, focused on texture, warmth, and the flow of liquid.
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Maybe the world ends today. Maybe not. Either way, the coffee waits.
PHOTO by La Miko. A woman sits alone on a high stool, facing a large café window that overlooks a misty European street. Her back is to the camera, framed by the soft knit of her camel-colored dress and the dark round brim of her hat. Outside, blurred cars drift past and pale historic buildings loom under a pale winter light. A single dome-shaped lamp glows overhead, casting a pool of warmth against the grey chill beyond the glass. Time feels paused—quiet, observant.
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This tea will be forgotten. Yet I remember it now. That is enough.
Photo by Eva Bronzini. A clay teapot pours warm tea into a small ceramic cup resting on a bamboo tray. Ripples form gently on the tea’s surface, reflecting soft light. Droplets glisten on the tray, suggesting recent motion and the quiet rhythm of a tea ritual. The scene is intimate and calm, focused on texture, warmth, and the flow of liquid.
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The digital world is a binary one; it’s either on or off. Analog is more nuanced; it’s the in-between spaces where magic often happens.

- John Maeda
PHOTO by Andrea Piacquadio. A historic astronomical clock with a vivid, multicolored face is mounted on a stone tower. Golden Roman numerals and zodiac signs encircle the dial, while intricate metal hands and an orb mark time and celestial positions. Figures of a skeleton and other characters flank the clock, part of its animated hourly performance. The structure is richly detailed with gothic carvings, contrasting with the clock’s vibrant blue, teal, and amber hues. Sunlight glints softly on the glass and gold, enhancing the clock’s timeless elegance.
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Architecture weaves magic when calculation intertwines with imagination.
PHOTO by Aleksandar Pasaric. A tall, twisting skyscraper rises against a soft, overcast sky. Its sleek façade is covered in a grid of uniform windows that reflect subtle hues of light, giving the structure a dynamic appearance. The building’s midsection gently spirals, creating an elegant, sculptural form that contrasts with the otherwise vertical lines. The perspective emphasizes its towering height and fluid geometry.
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Sometimes, what matters most is not the light or the dark, but the in-between moment.
PHOTO by James Wheeler. A vivid sunset ignites the sky with streaks of lavender, coral, and gold, casting their hues across a blanket of scattered clouds. Below, a perfectly still lake mirrors the dramatic canvas above, creating a seamless reflection of color and light. A narrow strip of land with silhouetted trees and distant mountains separates sky from water, anchoring the surreal scene in quiet solitude.
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I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying.

- Charlie Chaplin
Photo by ClickerHappy. A person stands on a wet street, their dark boots reflected clearly in a puddle that mirrors their full silhouette. The surface glistens with scattered droplets, soft blue and gray tones blending to create a quiet, contemplative mood. The figure’s reflection seems almost more real than the person themselves, suspended between earth and sky.
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What if the horizon beyond the sea were not the end of sight, but a mouth awaiting all things?
PHOTO by Andrew Neel. Calm ocean waves stretch into the distance beneath a pastel sky that fades from soft pink near the horizon to a pale blue above. A nearly full moon hangs quietly in the upper right, casting a subtle glow. The vastness of sea and sky merges at the horizon, evoking stillness and quiet space.
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Q. Why drift alone upon the boat?
A. So the river may speak to me alone.
PHOTO by Marcelo Verfe. A serene monochrome image of a person sitting alone in a small boat gently gliding through the calm waters of a canal. The canal is lined with trees, some casting soft shadows, and historical buildings can be seen in the background. A charming stone bridge arches gracefully in the distance. The scene evokes tranquility and solitude.
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The stairs are not taking you somewhere—they are the somewhere.
PHOTO by Rido Alwarno. A moss-lined stone staircase ascends through a quiet forest, dappled with morning light filtering through young trees. The air is misty, softening the edges of leaves and casting a glow over the dewy undergrowth. Fallen leaves rest along the steps, untouched, as the path disappears gently into the luminous haze ahead.
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In a cafe, you are both the guest and the ghost.
Photo by Kari Shea. A white cup of latte with delicate foam art rests on a wooden counter beside a softly lit window. The blurred background reveals hanging lights and a row of empty stools, creating a calm, airy sense of space and quiet anticipation in a modern café.
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Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

- Stephen King
PHOTO by Elīna Arāja. A blurred, monochrome portrait shows a person's faint silhouette merging softly with the pale background, creating a dreamy and ephemeral visual effect. Facial features are barely discernible, enhancing the abstract, contemplative mood.
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The tea is a forest condensed into liquid.
PHOTO by Anna Pou. A person prepares matcha tea, scooping vibrant green powder from a small ceramic container into a white bowl. A bamboo whisk rests nearby on a wooden tray, suggesting a quiet moment of traditional Japanese tea preparation.