Hiro Ohta
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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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Your authenticity lives not in what you are, but in what you do.

📍Toranomon, Tokyo
Photo by Hiro Ohta with iPhone. Hotel Okura Tokyo, Toranomon, Tokyo.
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Waiting is not stopping. It is an unseen dance with time.
PHOTO by cottonbro studio. A solitary man in a camel coat stands quietly against a towering stone column, dwarfed by a seemingly endless corridor of identical pillars. The geometry is serene—repetitive vertical lines, muted tones, and soft natural light from the open ceiling above. He holds a coffee cup, absorbed in the moment, surrounded by silence and symmetry in this modern architectural canyon.
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Geisha are not courtesans. And we are not wives. We sell our skills, not our bodies. We create another secret world, a place only of beauty. The very word ‘geisha’ means artist and to be a geisha is to be judged as a moving work of art.

- Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
PHOTO by Satoshi Hirayama. A figure in a black kimono walks through a narrow, rain-slicked alleyway lined with traditional wooden buildings. They hold a deep purple umbrella, speckled with raindrops, as soft lantern light glows behind them. The quiet rhythm of rain and polished stone underfoot conjure a sense of timeless solitude in this serene, old-town street.
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Your authenticity lives not in what you are, but in what you do.

📍Toranomon, Tokyo
Photo by Hiro Ohta with iPhone. Hotel Okura Tokyo, Toranomon, Tokyo.
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Don’t go to a café. Become a part of it. Don’t drink a latte. Experience it.
Photo by Hiro Ohta with iPhone. Hotel Okura Tokyo, Toranomon, Tokyo.
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The bell rings. Yet silence remains. There, perhaps, silence is louder than the bell.
PHOTO by Oliver Dohrn. A peaceful lakeside village nestles against dramatic alpine mountains at sunset. A tall church steeple rises above quaint homes, with boats docked along calm waters. Golden light brushes the autumn trees, casting long shadows and illuminating the scene with warmth and stillness.
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Fashions fade, style is eternal.

- Yves Saint Laurent
PHOTO by Luca Nardone. A person stands in a sleek, modern corridor, dressed in a textured grey overcoat and black turtleneck. Their face is hidden as they tip a wide-brimmed black hat forward, covering their features with one hand. The light is soft, the atmosphere quiet, as reflections dance on the water feature beside the walkway. Every line and fold feels deliberate, composed, and quietly bold.
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Trains are not always on time. Neither is life. Still, we go on.
PHOTO by Viktor Mogilat. Golden wheat stalks stretch across the frame, their tips catching the amber light of a low sun. Each head sways gently, blurred in the foreground while a soft focus hints at a dense forest edge in the distance. The warmth of late summer radiates through the scene, silent and still, as if time has paused to admire the glow resting on the ripened grain.
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Does the house create the landscape, or does the landscape create the house?
PHOTO by Yogendra Singh. A lone red house rests quietly atop a sunlit hill, surrounded by rolling green slopes that stretch gently toward the horizon. Above, a single fluffy white cloud floats in a clear blue sky, casting no shadow, only presence. The scene is open and still, with no signs of people or movement, only a winding dirt path in the foreground tracing through the soft terrain. The house’s vivid color contrasts against the natural earth tones, anchoring the viewer’s gaze in the vast and quiet landscape.
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The Eiffel Tower is not a thing, but a beautiful rumor the world agreed to believe.
PHOTO by Isabella Barreto. The Eiffel Tower stands tall against a partly cloudy sky, viewed from Trocadéro plaza in Paris. Wet marble tiles reflect the light, and visitors stroll across the open square. Golden statues line the building on the left, adding elegance to the scene.
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Invest in Tuesday to buy Friday’s freedom.

📍Nagatacho, Tokyo
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Every grain of wheat contains the memory of a billion sunrises. Life is the universe remembering itself.
PHOTO by Lineta. Golden wheat stalks stretch across the frame, their tips catching the amber light of a low sun. Each head sways gently, blurred in the foreground while a soft focus hints at a dense forest edge in the distance. The warmth of late summer radiates through the scene, silent and still, as if time has paused to admire the glow resting on the ripened grain.
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The vase and the flower stand in eternal dialogue between form and beauty.
Photo by Cup of Couple. A single flowering branch, adorned with small, white blossoms, leans gracefully from a slender, textured vase. The arrangement rests atop a white digital piano, its keys partially visible beneath the ledge. A closed laptop sits beside the vase. The composition is calm, bathed in soft natural light, with muted tones that blur the line between still life and silence. Each element is placed with intention, creating a quiet tension between organic form and man-made geometry.
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Invest in Tuesday to buy Friday’s freedom.

📍Nagatacho, Tokyo
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The ancient stairway was said to be a portal to parallel worlds, where echoes of different times converged.
Photo by Rodrigo Pederzini. A woman in a flowing white dress ascends a spiral stone staircase inside an ancient, moss-covered well. The cylindrical structure, lined with arched openings and weathered stone, leads the eye upward to an open sky framed by twisted branches. Light filters through the greenery above, casting a mystical glow on the damp walls, evoking a sense of mystery and hidden history.
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The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald
PHOTO by Matheus Bertelli. A silhouette of a person adjusting a camera on a tripod is set against a vivid sunset sky that fades into a star-speckled night. Hues of orange, pink, and indigo blend across the horizon, creating a tranquil scene of sky-gazing and stillness.
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Even rust becomes a testament of survival.
PHOTO by StockSnap. Two weathered ships rest on dry land beneath a moody, overcast sky. The central vessel, large and worn with peeling paint and streaks of rust, faces directly forward, its faded blue and white hull showing the passage of time. To its left sits a slightly smaller boat named "LABOE," also aged but less deteriorated. Rusty shipping containers flank the right side, while distant mountains fade into the mist beyond. The scene is still, heavy with the weight of past voyages and forgotten harbors.
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Everyone can avoid the drizzle outside. Yet none can escape the storm inside.
Photo by Philip Warp. A solitary figure walks down a wet city sidewalk at night, holding a large umbrella. Reflections of red and yellow lights shimmer on the pavement, casting a cinematic glow that contrasts with the deep shadows. Tall brick buildings line the alley, some windows glowing faintly. The blurred foreground and low light evoke a fleeting, almost dreamlike atmosphere—urban solitude in motion, under soft rain and neon hues.
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Every exit leads back inside.
PHOTO by Alexander Zvir. The black and white photograph captures an old building with a zigzagging metal fire escape casting bold, diagonal shadows against its worn façade. The textured walls have peeling paint and visible cracks, while barred windows and locked double doors with intricate metal grilles add a sense of abandonment. The interplay of light and shadow emphasizes the geometric patterns and the passage of time.
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She had been told the rain would come with a signal. Every drop was a code, every ripple a message. The only question was–who else knew?
Photo by Sami Anas. A lone figure walks on a wet, tiled pavement, viewed from above through dark bars that frame the scene. The person, dressed in black, holds a black umbrella with a white-trimmed edge, shielding themselves from the rain. A rolling suitcase follows their stride. The dim lighting and high contrast create a moody, cinematic atmosphere, emphasizing solitude and quiet movement through the urban night.
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Resilience writes itself—imperfections as part of beauty.
Photo by Donatello Trisolino. A matte black motorcycle rests silently against an aged ochre wall, its curves contrasting the building's rough, sun-bleached textures. The wall, weathered with streaks of rain and time, frames a shuttered window above and an iron-barred one below. A faded wooden door stands nearby, its surface peeling, a few flyers stuck in the crack. The open shutters reflect the calm sway of a palm tree, suggesting warmth beyond the worn facade. Everything feels still, sunlit, and steeped in quiet history.
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The road bends not to slow us down, but to teach us balance in motion.
Photo by Maël BALLAND. A winding mountain road cuts through a barren, rocky slope, its black surface curling like a ribbon beneath a pale evening sky. Two motorcyclists ride upward, dwarfed by the vastness of the terrain. Sparse trees cling to the hill’s edge, casting long shadows in the fading light, as the road disappears into a soft horizon brushed with clouds.
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Some seek to change the world. Others, to perfect a soup. Every nation has its dreamers.
ROYALTY-FREE PHOTO by Amar Preciado. A bowl of ramen sits on a checkered green and white tiled surface, bathed in soft natural light. The rich broth glistens with droplets of chili oil, surrounding tender noodles topped with a slice of seared meat, mushrooms, a soft-boiled egg with a golden yolk, and finely chopped green onions. Delicate strands of red chili threads rest atop the dish, and a pair of wooden chopsticks rests on the bowl’s rim, inviting the first bite.
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Every cave is both prison and portal—vision makes the difference.
Photo by fradellafra. A rocky cave opens to a sunlit beach, framing the turquoise sea and a clear blue sky. The textured walls curve inward, creating a natural archway. A lone person reclines on the sand near the water’s edge, gazing at the waves. A small sailboat drifts in the distance, adding a sense of quiet exploration. The contrast between the cave’s cool shade and the bright ocean beyond enhances the scene’s tranquility.
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Der Baum meditiert. Er nimmt die Weisheit der Sonne in sich auf. Doch seine Wahrheit bleibt unerzählt.
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The tree meditates. It absorbs the wisdom of the sun. Yet its truth remains untold.
PHOTO by paul kangas. A lone, leafless tree stands tall in an open field at sunset, its intricate branches stretching toward the sky. The golden light of the setting sun filters through the trunk, casting a long, dark shadow across the textured ground. The background consists of a distant treeline and a sky transitioning from deep blue to warm orange hues, creating a tranquil and timeless scene.