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Портрет снятый на дуршлаг (читайте описание)
Да, именно на дуршлаг! Фотографировал в подвале дома, где мы скрывались от обстрелов! Июнь 2025 года. Покровск (Красноармейск) Донецкой области. Одно из самых острых направлений на Донбассе. Заинтересовал?!) Ну тогда вот моя история! Идея фотосессии родилась спонтанно. Я и ещё несколько человек прятались в подвалах. Это южная сторона города, наиболее обстреливаемая часть Красноармейска. На тот момент мы уже 7 месяцев прятались по подвалам. Жил я там с совершенно незнакомыми людьми, но нас «сдружила» война. И вот как-то один из моих товарищей по несчастью, увидев на банке с консервой, изображение моряка, с бородой и трубкой, говорит: -Жека! А слабо и мне такой портрет сделать?! Сказано это было с максимальным ехидством. Я когда раньше рассказывал про свои съёмки в студии, участия в конкурсах, победы и достижения, он (дядя Коля, так я к нему обращался), ёрничал и язвил с максимальным недоверием. Типа -Ну да, ну да! Расскажи. Все вы на словах профессиональные фотографы! И я уже тогда думал, как бы тебе доказать… И вот однажды, в минуты затишья, на развалинах соседского дома, мне на глаза попадается большой (40-45 см. в диаметре) дуршлаг. И сразу же в голове вспомнились слова известного Питерского фотографа Игоря Сахарова: -Ну что вы все ноете, что нет оборудования! Вот возьму когда-то цинковое ведро и одну вспышку и сделаю портрет! Главное понимать и управлять светом! А я сразу решил, что ведь этот дуршлаг, практически готовая портретная тарелка. Сделал отверстие для вспышки (а у меня от всей моей студии, помимо фотоаппарата с объективами в сумке, оказались две старенькие но рабочие вспышки Yongnuo, все остальное сгорело). Обклеил я дуршлаг скотчем, закрасил нитроэмалью серебрянки. Из крышки пластикового ведра сделал отражатель. И обтянул полиэтиленовым пакетом, что-то типа рассеиватель получилось. Вспышку крепил медицинским жгутом. Штативом для моего журавля послужила телескопическая швабра (чтоб можно было регулировать высоту). А перекладиной был фр

Путь к вершине
Грациозная улитка неторопливо путешествует по стеблю цветка.
Svetlana L, Russian Federation, Одинцово

Путь к себе
Из внутренней тьмы - к свету, телу и истинному Я.
Elvira Sakhabutdinova, Russian Federation, Екатеринбург

When the sea stops breathing
It was a cloudy and quiet morning on Alcobaça Beach, along the southern coast of Bahia, Brazil. The air was mild, and a soft, dramatic light began to rise on the horizon. As I walked along the shore at dawn, a distant movement caught my eye, a restless group of black vultures (Coragyps atratus) gathered on the wet sand. Approaching slowly, I realized they were feeding on the remains of a large sea turtle washed ashore. These scavenging raptors, often neglected and unfairly judged, play an essential role in maintaining ecological balance. Feeding on carcasses of dead animals, they act as nature’s cleanup crew.

A Silent Move
In this shot, I wasn’t just photographing a chess hall I was searching for that silent move happening inside the player\'s mind I was drawn to the geometry of the repeating tables and the surrounding void so I decided to isolate all the noise in black and white letting the light alone narrate the story To me this scene is my private harbor where focus transforms into an artistic solitude and the player becomes the sole hero in a space filled with possibilities It is a heavy moment of anticipation documented exactly as I felt it quiet sharp, and organized to remain a visual witness to the silent struggle of the mind against the vast profound void in all its deep and beautiful details

A deal with God
The heart of Hell is not fire, but ice. Cold as hatred, dehumanization and relational death. The body is enveloped by the cold waters of the Cocytus and at that moment all desire is extinguished and man can only contemplate his failure. Cryogenized in this immense river, which separates the world of the living from that of the dead, the human being becomes stone, soulless, insignificant, mute and inert. He lets himself be transported aimlessly by the great Luciferian sacrificial machine and the \\\\\\\'mperador of the painful kingdom, mocking, makes fun of the imperfect creation of the Father, who observes the macabre infernal dance choreographed by his last Son from above. He is aware of how great the suffering of mortals is, as it is he himself who inflicts it in the same way as the Fallen Angel. The truth is that the Almighty feels envy for the pleasure that the Morning Star feels in giving pain. With lies he helps man to ascend to Him. His intent is not to save him, but his only reason for being is to be able to continue the eternal struggle with his beloved Genius of Evil.

Veil of Morning
A fisherman lifts the net as light rises — quiet labor woven into the rhythm of water.
Hoang Thu Huong, Viet Nam, Ho Chi Minh

Into the Storm
A fleeting moment of raw energy and focus. Running straight toward the lens, the dog becomes a force of nature — water, movement and instinct merging into one powerful presence. Stripped of color, only intensity remains.
Ulrike Siebert, Germany, Monheim am Rhein

Back to you
Back to you is a photographic project with a cinematic style oriented towards the science fiction genre. Through a succession of images in sequence we want to visually tell the story of our main character who, for some reason, finds himself catapulted to Earth, deserted, inhospitable and hostile. He has a very specific purpose, that is to find a source of lost energy, contained in a casket that centuries earlier had been sent to Earth so that the inhabitants could benefit and use it not only as a source of energy, in fact, but as a source of aggregation and kindness towards others. Unfortunately, humans have not been able to use this energy given to them by another distant world. Our protagonist will therefore necessarily have to find her to go home and save his world. At first he finds himself disoriented, desperate and above all he feels alone. Luckily he manages to find the chest, put on the energy source and finally return home to save his people and who he truly loves.

Gymnast with a hoop
В кадре гимнастка Варвара на аква-сьемке
Irina Vlasova, Russian Federation, Новосибирск

The Silence That Falls
In the depths of stone, where light rarely lingers, something begins to speak without sound. A fragile stream descends from the unseen, carving its way through darkness, carrying time in every drop. The walls hold their breath, shaped by forces too slow to notice, yet too powerful to resist. Here, nothing rushes — and yet everything is in motion. The longer you stay, the quieter you become, until you realize: it is not the water that is falling, but time itself.
Sergey Sadov, Russian Federation, Moscow

Крылья ангела
Пусть не ангел ты, мне это все =, ведь для меня сошла ты с небес
Anna Rychagova, Russian Federation, Петропавловск-Камчатский

Between Breath and Stone
Light slips quietly through the narrow opening, tracing soft lines across the ancient walls as if searching for something it once knew. The stone, shaped by countless unseen moments, bends and flows like fabric caught in a silent current. Nothing here is still, yet nothing moves — a fragile balance between presence and absence. In this space, time does not pass; it lingers, suspended between breath and stone.
Sergey Sadov, Russian Federation, Moscow

The Art of the Ambush
A leopard crouches low beneath the safari vehicle\'s wheel , its body melting into the shadows with flawless precision . This intimate portrait captures the essence of the leopard\'s hunting craft silent & unseen like true mastery of an ambush predator. Photographed at Masai Mara, Kenya.

Непогода
Курайская степь. Вид на Северо-Чуйский хребет. Республика Алтай
Dmitry Antipov, Russian Federation, Красноярск

Зефир для великана.
Необычные снежные образования получаются в результате работы ураганного ветра в сочетании с крайне низкими температурами. Горный кряж Улахан-Сис на севере Якутии.
Olga Musienko, Russian Federation, Владивосток

Đổ Muối
Salt farmer working on the field. They collect the salt with the bamboo baskets. Taken in Ninh Hoa , Khanh Hoa, Viet Nam.
Quách Tung Dương, Viet Nam, Nha Trang, Khanh Hoa

Bull\'s Fury, Rider\'s Strife
Bull riding is the most dangerous sport in rodeo. During the ride, cowboys must follow the rules while facing a test of nerves with a tough bull. The rider depends on bullfighters to distract the bull until he is safely out of its range. On this moment, a cowboy is trying to keep his balance so as not to be thrown off the bull.

Axis of Departure
A solitary skyscraper rises between parallel station platforms, framed by sweeping lines that converge toward the horizon. The low vantage point emphasizes scale and isolation, while the monochrome palette reduces the scene to structure, rhythm, and direction. Architecture and infrastructure align to form a silent axis, suggesting movement without motion.

Taken in Zhaosu County, Yining Autonomous Region, Xinjiang, on the winter days of Zhaosu, with the towering Tianshan Mountains in the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun covers the sky and earth, reflecting the white snow into a soft golden color, as if time is frozen at this moment. In the distance, a caravan of horses is rushing towards us, their manes fluttering, snow and dust rising, and their leaping figures outlining a magnificent picture in the twilight.

The Mystery of Antarctica
Shrouded in clouds, the mysterious mountain on the Antarctica peninsula South of the Antarctic Circle gives a wanderlust, other world feel to the viewer. Stark and beautiful, the scene beckons visitors.
Steve Hammond, United States, Valencia

Я буду твоими глазами
Этот кадр снят в приюте для лошадей с безглазой кобылой по имени Груша. Но этот кадр появился лишь потому, что однажды её глазами стал Человек...
Aleksandra Babicheva, Russian Federation, Москва

Resilience and Strength
The savanna stretched toward the horizon, a sea of tawny, wind-brushed grass beneath a sky that roiled with the heavy, bruised promise of rain. It was the golden hour, that fleeting window when the sun, though obscured by dramatic, towering cumulus clouds, bathed the landscape in a monochromatic glow of silver and charcoal. The air was thick with the scent of dry earth and the sharp, ozone-tinged breath of an approaching storm. Four silhouettes emerged from the tall stalks: the matriarchal heart of the herd. They moved with the silent, heavy grace of tectonic plates shifting.
Sekhar Kiran Krishanan, United Arab Emirates, Dubai

UntamedSpirit
Dust hung in the air like a veil of spun gold, softening the edges of the vast, amber-grassed plains as the afternoon sun began its slow descent. The savanna was a quiet symphony of heat and patience. Dominating the foreground was Matriarch, her weathered hide a topographical map of a long life lived under the relentless African sky. Her skin was darkened with the remnants of a mud bath, dried into a protective armor of gray against the sun and the biting insects.
Sekhar Kiran Krishanan, United Arab Emirates, Dubai

Maps of Time
A striking monochromatic close-up of an elderly matriarch. Every deep wrinkle and sunspot on her face tells a story of survival and resilience. As she smokes a hand-rolled cigarette, the wisp of smoke swirls around her, adding a layer of mystery to her intense, weathered gaze. Indonesia 2020

Безмолвие
Эта чб фотография приглашает зрителя заглянуть в мир детской задумчивости.
Madina Ogorelkova, Russian Federation, Нефтеюганск

Мост через Енисей при -40С
Коммунальный мост в самые морозные дни зимы 2025-2026.
Victor Babintsev, Russian Federation, Красноярск

Выход есть!
Выход есть! Фотография сделана в одном из залов Мультимедиа Арт Музея в Москве, в пространстве между экспозиционными залами. Иногда сами выставочные пространства могут выглядеть как арт-объекты, даже если их таковыми изначально и не задумывали.
Ilya Ponomarev, Russian Federation, Мытищи

When the sea stops breathing
It was a cloudy and quiet morning on Alcobaça Beach, along the southern coast of Bahia, Brazil. The air was mild, and a soft, dramatic light began to rise on the horizon. As I walked along the shore at dawn, a distant movement caught my eye, a restless group of black vultures (Coragyps atratus) gathered on the wet sand. Approaching slowly, I realized they were feeding on the remains of a large sea turtle washed ashore. These scavenging raptors, often neglected and unfairly judged, play an essential role in maintaining ecological balance. Feeding on carcasses of dead animals, they act as nature’s cleanup crew.

Stillness in the Courtyard
Seated in her courtyard, an elderly woman meets the camera with calm presence. Soft fall-off and blur dissolve the surroundings, allowing time, memory, and dignity to surface in silence. 8×10 large format · Shanghai GP3 B&W film · Petzval 10 inch f/3.5 Lens
FENG YAN, Netherlands, Amsterdam

ОННА БУГЕЙША
Онна бугейша - женщина самурай. В роли самурая Тина
ARSEN ALABERDOV, Russian Federation, Черкесск

STAGE
A lonely figure against thousands of empty seats, much like life itself. People come and go along the way, bustling and hustling. But in the end, they are no more than these vacant seats—leaving only traces before hurrying off. When all is said and done, the only one who stays is yourself.
Page He, Turkey
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