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For a moment, the world seemed to disappear.
There was only the quiet edge of the building, the pale sky, and a small bird standing alone against the light. It did not seem to be going anywhere. It simply stood there, watching the empty horizon.
i stood in palma, in front of a government building with no name, no flag, no people. just light cutting across its silent wall. then this rider came. no sound, no hesitation, just the silhouette slipping exactly into the shadow’s edge. the city didn’t notice. but it was perfect. like geometry delivering a message no one had written.
From a family Easter vacation at Skagen, Denmark - April 21, 2019.
Here we are in the area near Flagbakken and the sand-covered church.
Two figures pause on a bridge, suspended between movement and stillness.
Above them, the city breathes quietly; below, light cuts through steel and water.
This black and white frame explores scale, geometry, and human presence — a brief conversation set against the rigid rhythm of urban architecture.
oil on canvas 40x50 cm
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"In velata fioritura" descrive uno stato di fioritura appena accennata, parziale o nascosta, dove la piena esplosione dei fiori è ancora in parte celata o sta iniziando. L'aggettivo "velata" suggerisce che la fioritura non è ancora completamente manifesta, ma si intravede, suggerendo una bellezza sottile e in divenire, come un velo che nasconde e rivela contemporaneamente.
In arte:
Può descrivere un'opera in cui i fiori sono presenti ma non sono il soggetto principale o sono rappresentati in modo meno evidente.
In senso figurato:
Può descrivere una situazione in cui qualcosa sta iniziando ad emergere, ma non si è ancora pienamente sviluppata o rivelata.
meteor shower [excerpt of photo taken with flipped lens Kodak Cresta on nicely dead ORWO NP20 / July 2021]
the tree has no opinion about time. it grows in both directions through both moments - roots down into what we call future, branches up into what we call past, or perhaps the reverse. we are the ones who need sequence, who need to know which way time flows. but the water holds no such certainty. it reflects without interpretation, showing that warm and cool, ending and beginning, memory and anticipation exist in the same instant. perhaps this is what stillness teaches: that time is not a line we travel but a point we occupy, that every moment contains all moments, that the only direction is now. the tree already knows this. it has always known.
Le onde si infrangono come sospiri antichi,
e Camogli veglia sull’orizzonte dei ricordi.
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Waves break like ancient sighs,
while Camogli watches over the horizon of memories.
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... mejor ser náufrago en el tormentoso mar del amor que quedarse en tierra ... aunque sea más seguro!!! ... o no? ... LOL!!!
... better to be castaway on the stormy sea of love than to stay ashore ... even it be safer!!! ... or not? ... LOL!!!
... salud, buenas luces y muchas gracias!!! ...... xo♥ox
... health, good lights and thanks so much!!! ... xo♥ox
... Series: "... en Tierra Astur"
... Music: "Message in a Bottle" by The Police ... brilliant lyric and cool music to think and enjoy!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBQu6ubYGm4 ... 05.08 ...
“Most of the stuff people worry about never happens,”
says the sign.
But outside the window,
everything has already fallen apart.
Maybe it’s hope.
Maybe it’s irony.
Captured in Second Life on Portocorvo – Harvest Moon.
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All elements shot with an iPhone6 native camera and ProCamera.
Edited on iPad with Snapseed, Leonardo and Stackables apps.
To learn more about creative photography processes and art on an iPhone you might be interested in my book co-written with Bob Weil:
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Go to "Settings" of the soul,
open the folder "Status" Tick
"Happy"
and forget the password! ☺️
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
#2020photomarathoncoronadays
Shot/used for a Facebook challenge with the theme "Speed" - Holstebro, Denmark - March 28, 2020.
Due fenicotteri cubani si specchiano nello stagno, le loro sagome si dissolvono in onde di luce e colore, come un sogno liquido che fonde realtà e riflesso.
Two Cuban flamingos mirrored in the pond, their shapes dissolve into waves of light and color, a liquid dream blending reality and reflection.
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Good night from Turufjell, Flå in Hallingdal, Norway.
A quiet mountain settlement rests beneath a drifting veil of fog, where winding gravel roads trace gentle patterns across the terrain. Just before midnight, the sky opens in soft blue and amber tones, revealing a fleeting balance between light and shadow. From above, the landscape feels suspended—half hidden, half revealed—as clouds move silently through the valley like a living tide.
Fun fact: In Norway’s mountain regions, low clouds and fog often form when warm, moist air meets cooler ground near midnight, creating these dramatic “floating landscape” effects—especially in early summer.
oil on canvas, 28x35 cm
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"Su quella nuvola"
Evaporo nelle mie emozioni... il sonno
inquieto rilegge poveri dolori umani,
li attraversa come quando si ascolta
la pausa rotolante dei sospiri stanchi.
A rincorrere l'ultima foglia... mordo
gli odori dei singhiozzi,
essenze di grovigli condensati.
Su quella nuvola di passaggio...osservo
le stagioni passare e treme il cigolio
di rinmanerci assopitina vestire passanti
inconsapevoli che ritornano dalle ombre
di verità riscaldate, come nude sensazioni.
Sull'arenile o su quella sponda mi adaggio...
e provo il gusto del senso, l'alma umana
rimuove l'argento di un dolore.
( poesia di Gianni Terminiello)
There is no urgency here.
No need to prove, to perform, to pursue.
Only the grace of being known,
and the comfort of being still
in the presence of someone
who has seen every version of you
and still remains.
From a week's family vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - April 06, 2021.
The photo is taken at the Black Bascule Light north of the town.
Moesgaard Museum south of Aarhus, Denmark - November 2022.
This is from the exhibition called Out of Chaos.
In the patience of the heart, time reveals its gifts, and in the smallest moments, we find a life filled with understanding.
Only a calm soul can truly see this.
Moments drift away like petals carried by the wind; to notice them is to touch eternity. In our hearts, we hear the wisdom of time and find its peace.
© 2024 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Moesgaard Museum south of Aarhus, Denmark - November 2022.
This is from the exhibition called Out of Chaos.