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Matei Lens Snaps
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Hi, my name is Matei (Matt) and I'm a novice photographer from Romania. I usually like to snap nature, street and urban landscapes through my lens.

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Wired 'til Teal - Oradea 🇷🇴
#photography #romania #oradea #artnoveau #architecture
The evening sun sets these Art Nouveau curves of the Moskovits Palace (1905) ablaze, turning the teal facade into a burning relic against the encroaching shadow. Beside it, the white walls of the Apollo Palace (1914) remain caught in that same low-slung fire, their surfaces cooling as the light sinks. Across the sky, a web of black wires pulls tight, stitching the facades together with harsh angles. They cut through the ornate stucco, tethering the century-old floral designs to a modern, humming grid. As the glow eventually fades, only these wires remain to hold the architecture in place against the dark, awaiting for the current to carry the day into night. 🖼️ The evening sun sets these Art Nouveau curves of the Moskovits Palace (1905) ablaze, turning the teal facade into a burning relic against the encroaching shadow. Beside it, the white walls of the Apollo Palace (1914) remain caught in that same low-slung fire, their surfaces cooling as the light sinks. Across the sky, a web of black wires pulls tight, stitching the facades together with harsh angles. They cut through the ornate stucco, tethering the century-old floral designs to a modern, humming grid. As the glow eventually fades, only these wires remain to hold the architecture in place against the dark, awaiting for the current to carry the day into night. 🖼️ The evening sun sets these Art Nouveau curves of the Moskovits Palace (1905) ablaze, turning the teal facade into a burning relic against the encroaching shadow. Beside it, the white walls of the Apollo Palace (1914) remain caught in that same low-slung fire, their surfaces cooling as the light sinks. Across the sky, a web of black wires pulls tight, stitching the facades together with harsh angles. They cut through the ornate stucco, tethering the century-old floral designs to a modern, humming grid. As the glow eventually fades, only these wires remain to hold the architecture in place against the dark, awaiting for the current to carry the day into night. 🖼️ The evening sun sets these Art Nouveau curves of the Moskovits Palace (1905) ablaze, turning the teal facade into a burning relic against the encroaching shadow. Beside it, the white walls of the Apollo Palace (1914) remain caught in that same low-slung fire, their surfaces cooling as the light sinks. Across the sky, a web of black wires pulls tight, stitching the facades together with harsh angles. They cut through the ornate stucco, tethering the century-old floral designs to a modern, humming grid. As the glow eventually fades, only these wires remain to hold the architecture in place against the dark, awaiting for the current to carry the day into night. 🖼️
February 10, 2026 at 11:51 AM
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Patterning Exhibition
#photography #museum #krakow #interior #photographer
These photos were taken inside the Wawel Royal Castle, a place rarely still, shaped daily by footsteps, voices, and passing bodies. Yet here, none appear. Despite the constant presence of people, the frames hold only what remains when movement passes through without it staining. What surfaces instead are patterns. Ceilings repeat themselves, corners and forms align with a certainty that no longer needs an audience. With no one to interrupt them, the rooms reveal themselves as frames rather than spaces, just arrangements that continue regardless of who enters and leaves. 🖼️ These photos were taken inside the Wawel Royal Castle, a place rarely still, shaped daily by footsteps, voices, and passing bodies. Yet here, none appear. Despite the constant presence of people, the frames hold only what remains when movement passes through without it staining. What surfaces instead are patterns. Ceilings repeat themselves, corners and forms align with a certainty that no longer needs an audience. With no one to interrupt them, the rooms reveal themselves as frames rather than spaces, just arrangements that continue regardless of who enters and leaves. 🖼️ These photos were taken inside the Wawel Royal Castle, a place rarely still, shaped daily by footsteps, voices, and passing bodies. Yet here, none appear. Despite the constant presence of people, the frames hold only what remains when movement passes through without it staining. What surfaces instead are patterns. Ceilings repeat themselves, corners and forms align with a certainty that no longer needs an audience. With no one to interrupt them, the rooms reveal themselves as frames rather than spaces, just arrangements that continue regardless of who enters and leaves. 🖼️ These photos were taken inside the Wawel Royal Castle, a place rarely still, shaped daily by footsteps, voices, and passing bodies. Yet here, none appear. Despite the constant presence of people, the frames hold only what remains when movement passes through without it staining. What surfaces instead are patterns. Ceilings repeat themselves, corners and forms align with a certainty that no longer needs an audience. With no one to interrupt them, the rooms reveal themselves as frames rather than spaces, just arrangements that continue regardless of who enters and leaves. 🖼️
January 17, 2026 at 3:02 PM
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Brief is The Sun
#photography #sunrise #sky #landscape
These photos were taken early, though the moment was late, by slipping into the hallway of a building that wasn't awake. The sky was changing quickly, and so, I didn’t try to capture it properly, or to understand it while it was happening. I just framed its unshaped clouds. Imperfect, obstructed, late they turned out, and although that feels wrong, they hold the emotion of something true, something that couldn't last but that still managed to leave its warmth behind. The sunrise passed, so did the moments it reminds me of, but neither feel wasted. If anything, they give me hope for the day they might foretell. 🌄 These photos were taken early, though the moment was late, by slipping into the hallway of a building that wasn't awake. The sky was changing quickly, and so, I didn’t try to capture it properly, or to understand it while it was happening. I just framed its unshaped clouds. Imperfect, obstructed, late they turned out, and although that feels wrong, they hold the emotion of something true, something that couldn't last but that still managed to leave its warmth behind. The sunrise passed, so did the moments it reminds me of, but neither feel wasted. If anything, they give me hope for the day they might foretell. 🌄 These photos were taken early, though the moment was late, by slipping into the hallway of a building that wasn't awake. The sky was changing quickly, and so, I didn’t try to capture it properly, or to understand it while it was happening. I just framed its unshaped clouds. Imperfect, obstructed, late they turned out, and although that feels wrong, they hold the emotion of something true, something that couldn't last but that still managed to leave its warmth behind. The sunrise passed, so did the moments it reminds me of, but neither feel wasted. If anything, they give me hope for the day they might foretell. 🌄 These photos were taken early, though the moment was late, by slipping into the hallway of a building that wasn't awake. The sky was changing quickly, and so, I didn’t try to capture it properly, or to understand it while it was happening. I just framed its unshaped clouds. Imperfect, obstructed, late they turned out, and although that feels wrong, they hold the emotion of something true, something that couldn't last but that still managed to leave its warmth behind. The sunrise passed, so did the moments it reminds me of, but neither feel wasted. If anything, they give me hope for the day they might foretell. 🌄
December 23, 2025 at 9:18 PM
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Of Corrosive Time
#photography #moody #poland #zakopane #urbex #dramatic
Time corrodes everything: walls, metal, even memories. During my one evening in Zakopane, my sight met this weathered building with its paint peeling into orange and grey, and a river lined with a railing covered in rusted locks. Little pieces of history still clinging on, most of their stories probably over long before the metal began to give in. Yet together, these places of corrosive time form their own dramatic story, one of bruised colors, paleness, and the kind of moodiness that lingers long after you’ve walked away. 🏚️
December 11, 2025 at 12:44 PM
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"Each autumn, the tree drinks from the earth and weeps in red.
It doesn’t thirst for rain, but for what the buried have bled.
The cruelty of one hand to another keeps it fed."

— Matei Lens Snaps, “The Bleeding Leaf”
#spooky #photography #nature #dark
November 7, 2025 at 5:06 AM
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Parasol Mushrooms 🍄‍🟫
#autumn #mushrooms #forest #moody
Among fallen leaves and scattered cones, two parasol mushrooms emerge from the damp soil, their pale caps gleaming softly in the afternoon light. They appear to belong to the Macrolepiota family: elegant in form yet possibly deceptive, a reminder of how beauty and vulnerability often share the same space. Standing amid the forest debris, they are shrouded by the autumnal silhouette that the forest has assumed. Among fallen leaves and scattered cones, two parasol mushrooms emerge from the damp soil, their pale caps gleaming softly in the afternoon light. They appear to belong to the Macrolepiota family: elegant in form yet possibly deceptive, a reminder of how beauty and vulnerability often share the same space. Standing amid the forest debris, they are shrouded by the autumnal silhouette that the forest has assumed.
October 23, 2025 at 6:07 AM
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Chicory & The Hoverfly ☀️
#photography #sunny #flowers #hoverflies
I didn’t know this was chicory when I took the photo, just a blue flower holding its color in the dry grass. Later I learned its roots are the ones roasted into Inka (the drink), that quieter cousin of coffee, the taste without the tremor. And the wasp I thought I captured was only a hoverfly, harmless beneath its borrowed stripes. Both, I guess, were softer than they seemed at first glance. ☀️ I didn’t know this was chicory when I took the photo, just a blue flower holding its color in the dry grass. Later I learned its roots are the ones roasted into Inka (the drink), that quieter cousin of coffee, the taste without the tremor. And the wasp I thought I captured was only a hoverfly, harmless beneath its borrowed stripes. Both, I guess, were softer than they seemed at first glance. ☀️ I didn’t know this was chicory when I took the photo, just a blue flower holding its color in the dry grass. Later I learned its roots are the ones roasted into Inka (the drink), that quieter cousin of coffee, the taste without the tremor. And the wasp I thought I captured was only a hoverfly, harmless beneath its borrowed stripes. Both, I guess, were softer than they seemed at first glance. ☀️
October 5, 2025 at 7:18 PM
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Urban Twilight Filigree • Cluj-Napoca, Romania 🌆🇷🇴
#sunset #twilight #landscape #photographer
I’ve been holding onto these photos for a while. Tonight felt like the right moment to let them see the light by showing the sunset’s own. City lights shimmer against the fading sky, their glow mirrored and refracted, while branches and wires etch a fragile lace across the horizon. It is twilight caught between reflection and silhouette, a quiet filigree of dusk. 🪾 I’ve been holding onto these photos for a while. Tonight felt like the right moment to let them see the light by showing the sunset’s own. City lights shimmer against the fading sky, their glow mirrored and refracted, while branches and wires etch a fragile lace across the horizon. It is twilight caught between reflection and silhouette, a quiet filigree of dusk. 🪾 I’ve been holding onto these photos for a while. Tonight felt like the right moment to let them see the light by showing the sunset’s own. City lights shimmer against the fading sky, their glow mirrored and refracted, while branches and wires etch a fragile lace across the horizon. It is twilight caught between reflection and silhouette, a quiet filigree of dusk. 🪾
September 17, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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Some of my favourite captures from visiting Steampunk Transylvania in Cluj-Napoca, Romania ⚙️
#cluj #romania #steampunk #victorian
Stopped by Steampunk Transylvania in Cluj-Napoca and it really felt like stepping into another world: full of glowing machines, curious inventions, and a unique atmosphere that begged to be photographed. Stopped by Steampunk Transylvania in Cluj-Napoca and it really felt like stepping into another world: full of glowing machines, curious inventions, and a unique atmosphere that begged to be photographed. Stopped by Steampunk Transylvania in Cluj-Napoca and it really felt like stepping into another world: full of glowing machines, curious inventions, and a unique atmosphere that begged to be photographed. Stopped by Steampunk Transylvania in Cluj-Napoca and it really felt like stepping into another world: full of glowing machines, curious inventions, and a unique atmosphere that begged to be photographed.
August 31, 2025 at 7:43 PM
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Basilica di San Marco - Vative Offerings 🕯️
#venice #italy #basilica #photography
In the Basilica di San Marco, votive offerings flicker, although they might vanish into shadow. Their passing feels like Venice itself: a city of light and devotion, waiting for the waters that one day may swallow it whole. In the Basilica di San Marco, votive offerings flicker, although they might vanish into shadow. Their passing feels like Venice itself: a city of light and devotion, waiting for the waters that one day may swallow it whole. In the Basilica di San Marco, votive offerings flicker, although they might vanish into shadow. Their passing feels like Venice itself: a city of light and devotion, waiting for the waters that one day may swallow it whole. In the Basilica di San Marco, votive offerings flicker, although they might vanish into shadow. Their passing feels like Venice itself: a city of light and devotion, waiting for the waters that one day may swallow it whole.
August 16, 2025 at 9:17 PM
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Thorns and Guests...
#roses #insects #photography #macro
What welcomes and what repels? A little bug moves across a deppresing-pink rose: its beauty isolated not by walls, but by thorns. In this quiet moment, I reminded myself: even the most fragile things know how to protect themselves, and not all guests arrive by invitation. 🪲 What welcomes and what repels? A little bug moves across a deppresing-pink rose: its beauty isolated not by walls, but by thorns. In this quiet moment, I reminded myself: even the most fragile things know how to protect themselves, and not all guests arrive by invitation. 🪲 What welcomes and what repels? A little bug moves across a deppresing-pink rose: its beauty isolated not by walls, but by thorns. In this quiet moment, I reminded myself: even the most fragile things know how to protect themselves, and not all guests arrive by invitation. 🪲
June 29, 2025 at 11:13 AM
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There’s a moment when everything that’s broken still holds the shape of what it was, and what it could have been... 🧱
Threshold of Decay. Walls crumble. Graffiti fades. And yet, light still finds its way in.
June 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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Cluj Days Parade 🎉
#event #parade #urban #cluj
I arrived late to the Cluj Days Parade. The sky was overcast, and I had no clear view. I weaved through the crowd and captured the moment from within, surrounded by confetti, movement, and the pulse of the celebration. 🎉 I arrived late to the Cluj Days Parade. The sky was overcast, and I had no clear view. I weaved through the crowd and captured the moment from within, surrounded by confetti, movement, and the pulse of the celebration. 🎉 I arrived late to the Cluj Days Parade. The sky was overcast, and I had no clear view. I weaved through the crowd and captured the moment from within, surrounded by confetti, movement, and the pulse of the celebration. 🎉 I arrived late to the Cluj Days Parade. The sky was overcast, and I had no clear view. I weaved through the crowd and captured the moment from within, surrounded by confetti, movement, and the pulse of the celebration. 🎉
June 10, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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A leafbound pilgrim? Caught this little traveler resting in the calm. Light was soft, colors rich. Just one of those quiet moments nature offers if you’re looking. 🐞
#ladybug #leaves #nature #photography
A leafbound pilgrim? Caught this little traveler resting in the calm. Light was soft, colors rich. Just one of those quiet moments nature offers if you’re looking. 🐞 A leafbound pilgrim? Caught this little traveler resting in the calm. Light was soft, colors rich. Just one of those quiet moments nature offers if you’re looking. 🐞
May 25, 2025 at 5:56 PM
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The Watchdog of the Hills
#hills #dog #outdoor #adventure
While on a trip with my class, exploring some Dacian ruins, this dog showed up and started walking with us like he’d done it a hundred times. No collar, no rush - just a local doing his thing. Felt like the guardian of the place. 🐕 While on a trip with my class, exploring some Dacian ruins, this dog showed up and started walking with us like he’d done it a hundred times. No collar, no rush - just a local doing his thing. Felt like the guardian of the place. 🐕
April 27, 2025 at 9:08 AM
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I haven’t seen pink like this since the quiet sunsets of winter. Now it’s in the trees, soft and sudden - like spring finally remembered to breathe. 🌸
#spring #blossoms #trees #cherry
April 10, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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Pine Needles
#nature #march #pine #trees
Pine needles never truly die: they wither, drift to the earth, and are reborn in new growth. In the golden light, they glow like delicate brushstrokes on nature’s ever-changing canvas, a quiet testament to life’s endless renewal. Pine needles never truly die: they wither, drift to the earth, and are reborn in new growth. In the golden light, they glow like delicate brushstrokes on nature’s ever-changing canvas, a quiet testament to life’s endless renewal.
March 8, 2025 at 11:04 PM
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Between Light and Oblivion
#sunset #silhouettes #landscape #dark
The last light fades, but the branch stands still: small, fragile, yet unbending... It does not fight the darkness; it takes it as it comes, as we do in our hardest times. There is no choice but to endure, to let the night pass through us. And if we cannot, we simply wither.
February 4, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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Distant City
#darkness #sky #blue #city
Cluj: vast, bustling, yet cold, its streets echoing with the emptiness of distant, unfeeling faces. Beneath the purpur sky, the city drowns in a mist that hides its sorrow. Lights flicker weakly, like memories fading, as darkness awakens. 🌃
January 27, 2025 at 9:33 PM
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Fragile Branches
#nature #winter #photography #newyear
Nature seems to hold its breath, draped in a fragile layer of frost, as if bracing for the weight of the snow to come. Each branch carries the icy stillness of winter, waiting patiently for the sun’s warmth to bring it back to life. 🌿
January 2, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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Over the Pines
#photography #pines #mountains #romania
When I took this photo in Brașov, I wanted to preserve the serene grace of an autumn morning. The golden sunlight bathes the vibrant foliage and winding road, blending the nature of Transylvania. 🌄
December 11, 2024 at 8:15 PM
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Last Sunset of Autumn
#photography #autumn #sunset
This photo captures the last sunset of autumn, as the warm hues of the trees and houses glow for one final time before the cold overtakes the vibrant colors. The air is thick, holding its breath before winter's chill takes over. 🍃
November 23, 2024 at 2:30 PM
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November 18, 2024 at 1:49 PM
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Underneath The Bridge
#photography #nikon #bridges #nature #landscape #autumn #fall #greenery #life #explore #living #noon #daylight #d3400 #photographer
While most people walk across the bridge above, focused on where they're headed, few stop to notice the beauty lying below. The radiant autumn leaves symbolize the overlooked moments that bring richness to our journey. 🍂
November 18, 2024 at 1:02 PM