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in the park'
[Boumsell Longchamp (Bakelite Pseudo-TLR from the 1940s), 127 Verichrome Pan, exp. 1981 / Adonal stand dev. / June 2018]
Υπάρχει μια ήσυχη δύναμη.
Δεν φαίνεται πάντα.
Γεννιέται όταν είσαι παρών
με τον εαυτό σου,
μέσα στη ζωή όπως είναι.
⁛ σιωπή, φως, και η αλήθεια σου.
© 2026 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.
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.
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.
Holstebro, Denmark – February 2024.
During most of 2024 Holstebro will be celebrating it's 750 year anniversary.
This is from the opening night.
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.
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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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.
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:
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.
Not everything needs to be shown to tell a story.
Sometimes a fragment of architecture, a line rising into the sky, or a geometry holding time between stone and clouds is enough.
It is within the absence of the unnecessary that matter becomes presence, silence, and memory.
Non sempre serve mostrare tutto per raccontare qualcosa.
A volte basta una porzione di architettura, una linea che sale verso il cielo, una geometria che trattiene il tempo tra la pietra e le nuvole.
È proprio nell’assenza del superfluo che la materia diventa presenza, silenzio e memoria.
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.
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...