Sometimes the light shouldn’t be so perfect, or it ends up obscuring our imagination.

High Flight

"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.

Where never lark, or even eagle flew —

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."

"She walks through the streets

With her eyes painted red

Under a black belly of cloud in the rain

In through a doorway

She brings me white golden pearls

Stolen from the sea"

U2 - Running to Stand Still

No!!You´re not a photographer.You´re a A.I. prompter. :)

The A.I. Problem

I'm the owner of a Canon EOS 600 D, with an 18–35 lens — a real machine for taking real pictures, something that will become rare in these days of prompts, fusion, and DaVinci codes. The problem with AI‑generated pictures is which one is real and which one is fake, because in the very end, everything will be fake and everything will be real.