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Konstanz/Germany, harbour

i had some troubles with the previous upload, so another try :)

 

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artist:DAX

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Never forget those who helped you rise to the top

Coiled electrical cord

artist:DAX

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I born to capture |

 

(C) DAX ☆

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Luna Sea is a coastal treasure – full of quiet beauty and small surprises.

 

A stretch of coast, shaped by wind and silence.

Seabirds drift past.

Seals rest on warm stone.

Nature doesn’t try to impress – it simply lets you be.

Here and there, places to sit.

To share. To stay a little longer.

It’s a place to breathe – alone or together.

 

🎵 Fly - Clement Matrat Remix - Einaudi

  

the place: Luna Sea

  

The wind whispers softly across the empty shoreline, brushing against the brownish sands of Chandrabhaga Beach. Far from the bustling crowds of Puri, the beach lies quiet, almost solemn in its solitude. The vast expanse of the Bay of Bengal stretches endlessly, its waves gently lapping at the coast with a rhythm that feels ancient and eternal.

A Stillness Between Waves

 

She stood barefoot on the pale sands, where the land whispered quietly into the sea. No crowd. No chaos. Just the hush of gentle waves curling at her toes and the wind slipping strands of hair across her face.

 

Behind her, rising like a dream too wild to be real, loomed the island—huge, uncharted, draped in forest shadows and seaborne mist. It wasn’t on any tourist map. Locals avoided talking about it. But she had come for this.

 

She raised her phone and held it steady. No pout, no pose. Just her face—serious, radiant, windswept—captured in the moment with nothing but nature’s stark contrast behind her: soft human against wild unknown.

 

The shutter clicked.

 

In one minimalist frame, she existed between two vast mysteries—the deep sea before her and the ancient island behind.

i had photographed the man.

just like this.

but instead of a bird, there had only been some folded papers.

they were blank.

he didn’t read them. he just looked at them.

maybe he was thinking about what they could say.

 

i wanted to replace the paper with a bird.

that was the idea.

i opened the file, described the scene, and told the ai to change only that.

a gull, not a page.

 

but chatgpt-4o didn’t listen.

instead of a modified photo, it gave me this.

a new image.

a new light.

a man who looked like the first man, but wasn’t him.

and a bird that wasn’t mine.

 

the picture i wanted was lost.

but the one i got is better.

I've built walls,

A fortress deep and mighty,

That none may penetrate.

I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.

It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.

I am a rock,

I am an island.

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