Poetic

Within Without

Something about the color—too warm, too close—felt like memory in disguise. Not a photo of a puddle, but of a moment that didn’t come from here. Like seeing your own echo before realizing it was yours. A stillness that asked to be felt, not solved.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic, Street
Residual

Some mornings didn’t start—they lingered. I told myself it was routine, but maybe I was just trying to stay whole. This photo isn’t about place. It’s about what remains when we pause too long in a moment that’s already moving on. Something stayed—and maybe that’s what haunts me.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic, Street
Melburnt

I thought I missed the moment—too much light, too fast. But in the blur, something stayed. People moving through a city that felt half-remembered. It wasn’t what I planned, but maybe that’s the point. Some memories don’t stay sharp. Some just burn their way out.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic, Street
Return

I took the photo after coming home—just a piece of worn wood. But something in it looked like New York. Not exactly, just enough. I didn’t plan it. Just noticed. Sometimes, memory shows up in places that don’t mean to hold it—but somehow still do.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic, Street
Passing

I didn’t frame it, didn’t even look. Just clicked. Later, I saw what the city gave me—blurred lights, half-people, rain like memory. A lucky shot, maybe. But sometimes, the unplanned ones are the most honest. The city moves, and if you’re lucky, it lets you move with it.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic, Street
Veiled

I looked through the plastic and saw trees that felt both close and unreachable. Something about the blur made them feel more like memory than forest. Not everything needs to be clear to be real—some things stay with us precisely because we never fully touched them.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic
Seen

I didn’t take this photo because it was beautiful. I took it because, for a moment, the light felt like it noticed me—soft, passing, and completely unasked for. It wasn’t about the colors or the shape. It was the feeling that something had quietly arrived… and just as quietly, moved on.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic
Familiar Absence

Amid decay and forgotten space, the water still held the sky—clear and unbothered. I didn’t try to edit what was there. The dirt, the stillness, the quiet reflection—it all felt honest. Some places don’t need to be restored; they just need to be noticed.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic
Beneath What Shines

The way the sun threaded through the trees and laid itself gently on the path didn’t demand to be seen; it allowed itself to be felt. Some places don’t ask you to arrive. They appear, briefly, and if you’re quiet enough, you might witness them before they disappear again.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic
Trace Without a Strike

I saw the shadow before the branch—like lightning without a storm. It felt like something had just happened. The light moved louder than the object, as if the gesture came first. Sometimes, the shadow speaks before its source—and we feel things before we understand them.

Rendy Mahardhika

Poetic