From a walk on my 'daily playground' both as a child and in my adult life - the military training area (Jydske Dragonregiment/Jutland Dragoon Regiment) south of Holstebro, Denmark - January 31, 2021.

Holstebro, Denmark – November 2023.

An early dose of Christmas Lights around the town.

Entre mentes e muros, o conhecimento encontra barreiras invisíveis — e as atravessa.

Os livros não estão apenas nas mãos, mas infiltrados nas ideias, nas estruturas que nos separam e nos unem.

É a fronteira entre o pensar e o existir.

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Between minds and walls, knowledge faces invisible barriers — and crosses them.

Books are not only held in hands but embedded in thoughts, in the very structures that divide and connect us.

It is the boundary between thinking and being.

from a recent body of work exploring life, death, memory, connections, nostalgia... just those simple things. :-)

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d'une série récente qui est une exploration de la vie, la mort, les souvenirs, la nostalgie.... juste ces simples choses... :-)

between departure and arrival, there’s this — a window of time where everything blurs. the geometry of motion, bent through glass and weather. nothing moves, yet everything is already changing. the airport becomes an accidental canvas, and the delay becomes a still life.

Fjellerup Beach, Djursland – Denmatk, July 2023.

Venice, Italy – September 2023.

From a walk around Aarhus, Denmark during festival time – September 2025.

From the Aarhus Art Museum (ARoS) in Aarhus, Denmark - November 14, 2021.

Oil on prepared paper.

71 x 82 cm.

03/2022.

From a family Easter vacation at Skagen, Denmark - April 20, 2019.

Here we are on a morning walk in the area called Grenen (the very top of Jutland).

Few ways out.

And maybe that’s exactly what makes this image so symbolic.

It definitely wasn’t the right moment to fly.

The sky said it all — heavy, closed, almost threatening.

Yet there he was, suspended in the middle of it all.

But some creatures know the wind better than fear.

Maybe for him it’s just ordinary routine.

Maybe for us, instead, it’s a reminder.

That even when the sky seems to leave no space at all, we still have to find the courage to cross it.

Poche vie d’uscita.

E forse è proprio questo che rende questa immagine così emblematica.

Non era certo il momento ideale per volare, il cielo parlava chiaro, pesante, chiuso, quasi minaccioso.

Eppure lui era lì, sospeso nel mezzo, dentro la tempesta.

Ma certi esseri conoscono il vento meglio della paura.

Forse per lui è normale amministrazione.

Forse per noi, invece, è un promemoria.

Che anche quando il cielo sembra non lasciare spazio, bisogna comunque trovare il coraggio di attraversarlo.

#2020photomarathoncoronadays

Shot/used for a Facebook challenge with the theme "At the centre/to the point" - May 15, 2020.

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From a walk around Aarhus, Denmark – August 2025.

the pavement catches the weight of a step, the fleeting imprint of a moment. shadows stretch and twist, tracing a path unseen. movement, frozen mid-stride, yet forever in motion.

in the smooth curve of her sunglasses, a man walks through the city without knowing he's being quietly framed, turned into a fleeting portrait behind polarized glass. this photo lives between presence and absence — a moment both shared and stolen, sharpened by distance, intimacy and unspoken observation. the city reflects itself back in fragments, and we become witnesses through borrowed vision.

warehouse district Hamburg - Speicherstadt phenomenon. Nuit à Hambourg. [Diana F+ / multiple exposure / expired Ilford Delta 3200 / Adonal stand dev. / December 2018]

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(In-Between #1)

Basile Pesso - Barcelona © August 2 019

First broadcast January 2 021

Moesgaard Museum south of Aarhus, Denmark - February 20, 2022.

This is from the exhibition: RUS - Vikings in the east.

The beacon from below at Højen Beach/Gl. Skagen - during a week-long family summer vacation in a rented house in Skagen, Denmark - July 06, 2020.

Night view of the impressive building/tower designed by the architects Arne Jacobsen and Erik Møller back in 1937-38 - Aarhus, Denmark - November 23, 2019.

At the line,

a figure becomes clear.

When it all goes quiet in the school garden out I creep, like a spider up the ladders, to weave my web installation...

For monochrome magic, go to:

www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog

It was always there, the bend of the river,

the arc of light, the calm rhythm of the roofs

against the sky. But today I didn't see it with my eyes, I saw it with the colors of my soul.

Then came the change, what once felt small,

filled in all its greatness. Not because it changed. No, it changed because I did.

⁛ Magic isn't hidden, it appears unnoticed.

© 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.

Play with long shadows and intentional blur on a sunlit street in Aarhus, Denmark on December 04, 2016.

she sits where the street dissolves—half in memory, half in light. behind the pane, life continues to blur, but her gaze remains still, rooted like a question that never needed answering.

awaits an empty bench of tranquility..

♥

Aarhus, Denmark - March 12, 2022.

We sat on the rooftop. Around, the town

Was white and grey, waiting for the new lights.

And as we talked, watching the eaves and down

You kept on asking: “Are you afraid of heights?”

“Actually, I can fly: I’m going to teach

Your body and your brain to surf the air.

Just keep in mind the place you want to reach

And don’t relax: your muscles taut, beware!”

Leaving the roof, my thoughts was on the sill

I decided to stop and perch upon.

I did not turn. I had to show my skill

Stretching my ego in a flying swan.

You waited on the roof: I wonder if you coped

Seeing me sailing higher. Maybe that’s what you hoped.

(Sonnet by SiRiChandra)

This is a dream I had a couple of nights ago.

ça fait longtemps que je n'ai pas fait des natures mortes, un genre de photo qui me plaît beaucoup.

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it's been a long time since I have made still life's, a photo genre that I love to explore...

Fleeting moments under the station clock. High contrast and diagonal shadows shaping the space.

A moment,

as light as summer air.

Two voices,

woven into laughter

that echoes beyond the stone.

No secrets,

just joy,

etched in smiles

and held in hearts.

Nothing is asked.

Nothing is offered.

Only awareness.

A still presence

that sees without reaching.

Part of the series Reflections Without Mirrors

(Abstract #14)

Basile Pesso - Paris © January 2 011

First broadcast 2 012

From an extended weekend trip to Berlin, Germany - May 19, 2019.

Photomanipulation created for Challenges Community Group Visual Poems from 21 of April to 31 of May of 2018

1951 HITS ARCHIVE: I Taut I Taw A Puddy Tat - Mel Blanc

www.youtube.com/watch?v=46ZCJ0Sf5hg

I am a little, tiny, bird. My name is Tweety Pie

I live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up high

I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song

But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone

I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!

I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name

I only have one aim in life and that is very plain

I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away

But just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say

I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!

That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind

I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind

I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good

I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could

I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage

But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage

You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near

But every time that I approach, this is all I hear

I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!

And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he's back

She grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back

So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see

My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me

Come on now, like a good cat

Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotash!

I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me

I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!

Written by: Billy Alan May Livingston Sung by: Danny Kaye

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️

Anche dietro casa può celarsi un frammento di magia, come in una versione personale de Il falso specchio di Magritte, dove una pozzanghera diventa un portale verso il cielo.

In questo specchio d’acqua immobile, le nuvole fluttuano serene, e la realtà si svela come un riflesso misterioso.

È un invito a scoprire che l’incanto non è mai lontano: basta uno sguardo attento per trovarlo nelle piccole cose che ci circondano.

Buona giornata

#puddlephotography #reflection #clouds #sky #naturephotography #everydaybeauty #backyardbeauty #serenity #calm #inspiration #afterrain #naturelover #hiddenbeauty #visualpoetry #surrealism #magritte #stillness #outdoorphotography #artinreality #unexpectedbeauty

#padova #pozzanghera #stagno #pioggia

oxford street. nike red. slogans louder than traffic. a man walks the only visible lane of truth — a narrow corridor of sun, where hate and love are equally marketed, equally irrelevant. the city talks. he walks.