Beyond the Realm of Appearances by Ole Henrik Skjelstad

A December morning at a beach along the shoreline of Tyrifjorden, Norway, which isn’t a fjord but a lake.

Ole Henrik Skjelstad: Photos

Skogafoss by Daniel Casson

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Primavera. by Florian Pascual

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Jump3 by Maria Svarbova

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Тюмень by Marat Safin

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Интеллектуал. by Николай Кондаков

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The path by Adnan Bubalo

On the road…

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The Power of Fall by James Xiang

Please follow us on www.instagram.com/luminaters/ for more inspiring works! This shot was posted last night, but I later on decided to pull it off because I spotted some minor flaws. Here is the newest edition. Hope you like this powerful waterfall!

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Fortress of Ice by Lorenzo Nadalini

Iceland Majestic mountains on the horizon … they are not just rocks covered with snow, but real creatures. In Iceland, everywhere you look you feel surrounded by these giants.
I find it truly enjoyable their presence in a still so authentic nature. I hope you enjoy it…

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The Line To Sea by The Narratographer

I don’t take photos when I am happy.
Photography, in some way, has been responsible for nearly all of my pain. But it is, to some extent at least, my only salvation. For me at least, it’s about reshaping a world that has disappointed you yet again. About repainting a place with a wash of colour that once came to you in a dream. A warmth that has long since vanished, a sense of calm in a chaotic world. It is about building a new world where you are happy and where no one has hurt you. One where you feel real.
And that is why I found myself, alone at Kimmeridge Bay, a few hours ago. I say alone, but there were a plethora pf photographers lined along the shore, all taking identical images from similar angles. There were the typical unhappy-pretending-to-be-happy families trudging along, shouting at their children and wondering where everything went wrong. But even though not literally, metaphorically I was completely, spiritually, emotionally alone.
Photography has always been a lonely path, one that I have preferred to visit in a state of complete solitude. It is not a surprise that I find myself at this moment completely alone. For some reason, I can see the world clearer, as if they layer of bullshit that clouds everything and everyone has partially lifted. I can see, for the briefest of moments, behind the curtain of lies in which we all live.
None of the scenes that the majority of photographers capture, look anything like they do in reality. They are bland, colourless and lack any sense of movement. We are armed with coloured pieces of glass and plastic and the ability to slow down time and to remove the things that normally ruin places of supposed beauty. What we do is try and add something that is rarely seen, at least not in this world – a sense of actual beauty. We are hopeless liars and failed romantics, desperately trying to make up for our failures and previous heartbreaks. We want a world we remember, a life that we recognise. We want it to look like this.

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Memory of Water by Daniel Herr

Water is the most versatile of all elements. It isn’t afraid to burn in fire or fade into the sky, it doesn’t hesitate to shatter against sharp rocks in rainfall or drown into the dark shroud of the earth. It exists beyond all eginnings and ends. On the surface nothing will shift, but deep in underground silence, water will hide and with soft fingers coax a new channel for itself, until stone gives in and slowly settles around the secret space.
Death is water’s close companion, and neither of them can be separated from us, for we are made of the versatilitiy of water and the closeness of death. Water doesn’t belong to us, be we belong to water: when it has passed through our fingers and pores and bodies, nothing separates us from earth. (Emmi Itäranta)

Daniel Herr: Photos

Inferno by A Frenchman In NY

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