Continuing my AI-supported fun journey about Morning Mist and Sun Rise.
In the golden realm where sun meets sky,
A landscape draped in morning mist,
Ancient cameras capture the glinting eye,
As the world awakens, gently kissed.
The air is hushed, a tranquil scene,
Where whispers dance on dew-kissed grass,
Old lenses, secrets they convene,
To paint this magic as time does pass.
With shutter clicks and film’s embrace,
The sunrise weaves its masterpiece,
On canvas vast, a sacred space,
Where heaven’s palette finds release.
The mountains rise, their peaks aglow,
Bathed in hues of amber and rose,
Old cameras tell the tales they know,
Of skies ablaze as day bestows.
A dance of light and mist entwined,
Upon this stage, nature’s delight,
Through the viewfinder, secrets find,
A symphony of dawn’s first light.
As amber rays through veil descend,
Invisible threads of wonder spun,
Old lenses capture moments blend,
The splendor of a rising sun.
The meadows sigh, the rivers gleam,
In dawn’s embrace, all life is kissed,
And in this world, a poet’s dream,
The mysteries of morning mist.
O ancient cameras, guardians true,
Through time’s embrace, your wisdom speaks,
In landscapes bathed in morning’s hue,
You capture beauty that time seeks.
Unanswered questions in the world abound,
Yet in this moment, we find our grace,
Landscape, morning mist, sunrise profound,
An eternal scene no lens can erase.
The images shown were not made with an ancient camera and lens, but with an iPhone 8.
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So long … and thanks for all the fish.