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The invisible islands

A short reportage from a small Country at the border of Europe. The Faroe Island, a small archipelago in the North Atlantic Ocean, between Norway and Iceland. Independent Country, under the jurisdiction of Denmark.

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Maritime Traffic

The movements of people's lives intertwine with marine traffic. And in a moment of distraction from our personal private stories we realize that big ship that is leaving the port.

Surrealism

The parallels

Tatyana Kolbatova traveled through the space and time in three different cities. Imaginary constructions reflecting reality are becoming it them selves.

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The photos in this volume are personal records of events that have taken place in the physical world. They are about discovery, not creation; about finding out, not inventing – for other people to see how the photographer has framed what he has witnessed. These photos are meant to educate us. And they will, provided we are willing.

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Exotic Summer

I am feeling nothing. Complete insensitivity. And this is happiness that you consume in small portions sharing it with others. I am swinning toward the shore my “companions” are waiting impatiently.

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Mastering this split image is the role which photographers of African origin have assigned themselves, sometimes against their better judgement, in order to avoid misunderstandings.

Irrespective of housewives and girls take part in this job. They collect the stones from the hilly region and break it into small pieces. © Dipayan Bose
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Life in a quarry

Almost five years back, when Ajodhya upper damp was being constructed, if Japanese engineers didn't leave those unused stones in the valley, the scenario could have been different.

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Unnoticed

Delving deep into the city of Belfast at night, I navigated through the industrial, commercial and residential areas, and found myself drawn to those dark and often disquieting spaces now illuminated by domestic lights, street lamps and neon signs.