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Plastic people rush across liquid fields,
shovels raised, fingers pointed,
as if fate depended on every drop.
The unexpected falls
a tea, and suddenly the ego storms in
pushing, organizing, commanding,
while the heart quietly watches.
Every movement a drama,
every action exaggeratedly important,
though the world merely drips softly.
Yet, in the frenzy of tiny hands,
humanity mirrors itself
the urge to save, to control,
when all is half as serious as it seems.
The image stays silent,
porcelain calm untouched
and we chuckle softly,
at ourselves, at the miniature chaos,
at the power of a small ego
in the face of tiny catastrophes.
⁛ Sometimes, it’s not the small mess
it’s how loudly we react to it
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
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From a family Easter vacation at Skagen, Denmark - April 21, 2019.
Here we are in the area near Flagbakken and the sand-covered church.
A step dissolves in shallow tide, a ghost of motion left behind. Mist unravels what once was clear, softening edges, drawing near.
No signal.
No demand.
Only presence.
And everything adjusts around it.
Part of the series Reflections Without Mirrors
Even on the heaviest days,
something soft inside you refuses to give up.
It gathers every broken piece of you
and turns them slowly into light
⁛ Keep that softness. It’s your quiet kind of strength.
© 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.
(Zebra #3 / On the other Side of the Wall #1)
Basile Pesso - Barcelona © March 2 015
First broadcast then
Location: Dadi Forest Park (大地森林公园), Liaoning, China.
Yesterday I went out with my wife to shoot some portraits. The colors were just amazing!
I am still shooting with my beloved Nikon D850. It is actually the first time I used the 85mm for portrait, usually I prefer the Nikkor 70-200mm f/2.8 but I did not want to carry too much weight for this hiking!
There was something
about to come together.
Or fall apart.
A suspended gesture
against the opaque surface
of time.
Neither contact,
nor distance.
And the air,
as always,
could not hold on to anything.
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Sospensione
C’era qualcosa
che stava per unirsi.
O per spezzarsi.
Un gesto sospeso
contro la superficie opaca
del tempo.
Né contatto,
né distanza.
E l’aria,
come sempre,
non seppe trattenere nulla.
The horses spin but never race,
each thought a bridle, stitched in lace.
His memories ride in quiet dread,
a carnival of things unsaid.
Living Smoke — A Visual Series
This series explores presence without form.
Figures that are not made of bodies, but of movement, density, and absence.
Nothing here is solid.
Nothing here is permanent.
What you see is not meant to be fully understood — only felt.
The images move through a complete emotional spectrum:
• Stillness
• Movement
• Closeness
• Almost-touch
• Contrast
• Fusion
• Dissolution
Each piece captures a moment where something exists briefly,
then fades back into smoke.
This is not a story with a beginning or an end —
but a sequence of encounters.
Seen without seeing.
Felt before it disappears.
he wanders through stillness, each step breathes into time— his footprints ripple softly through the fabric of the why.
Each brushstroke a gentle dream,
a smile that drives away the shadows and brings peace.
In this world of light and shade,
kindness blossoms like a flower in the morning glow
the anchor in storm tossed times.
⁛ The soul rests where warmth lives.
© 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.
Three temples, three breaths of history. Silence holds them upright.
These stones have known the gods — and they still speak.
There is a moment when a smile already exists, but has not yet appeared.
It lives in the eyes first. Then, it finds its way into the world.
Dedicated to Lelya, goddess of love and living light.
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Slukefter Kro, Vedsted near Vojens, Denmark – September 2024.
This is from our hotel window on a misty morning.
Homenaje a las víctimas de los atentados terroristas en París el 13 de noviembre 2015.
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Tribute to the victims to the terrorist attack in Paris on November 13 2015.
I was thinking for a while putting on the title in this photo.. as you know I am not good at English..
"Quiet" may not right words I was imagine against this small butterfly..
she is quiet and elegant..
"quiet", "sober", "austere" "tasteful".......... language is difficult.. always.
and if I express this beauty.. in Japanese IS "渋い” ,
I imagined old Japanese kimono have family crest from her dress..
Collaging while thinking about the books i found at an estate sale that had notes written in the margins.
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