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Funny yet eerie gift portrait: a smug cartoonish blue-tinted fleagle (flying eagle-beagle hybrid creature) breaking free from a comically oversized birdcage labeled 'Materialism & Elite Control', wearing tiny sunglasses and a 'Wake Up Sheeple' t-shirt, shattering holographic chains with laser eyes, confetti of red pills raining down, vibrant pop-surrealism style like a mix of Ralph Steadman and modern meme art, bold colors, humorous but with dark undertones
a black and white photo of a person standing in the fog
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun unites with a completely translucent moon, the moon rendered invisible except for a silvery faint outline, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring through, the moon spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, sun and moon the same size, golden rays enveloping a transparent moon. Moon is ethereal and the sky is blue. It is like the silver of the moon's features are upon the sun. brilliant light within the moon
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun unites with a completely translucent moon, the moon rendered invisible except for a silvery faint outline, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring through, the moon spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, sun and moon the same size, golden rays enveloping a transparent moon. Moon is ethereal and the sky is blue. It is like the silver of the moon's features are upon the sun.
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun unites with a completely translucent moon, the moon rendered invisible, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring through, the moon spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, sun and moon the same size, golden rays enveloping a transparent moon.
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun unites with a translucent moon, the moon rendered invisible, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring through, the moon spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, sun and moon the same size, golden rays enveloping a transparent moon.
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun unites with a translucent moon, the moon rendered almost invisible, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring down, the moon a silent witness beneath the sun's glory, spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, sun and moon the same size, golden rays enveloping a dark transparent moon.
a painting of a woman with a pearl necklace
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun hovers directly above a translucent moon, the moon rendered almost invisible, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring down, the moon a silent witness beneath the sun's glory, spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones,
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun hovers directly above a translucent moon, the moon rendered almost invisible, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a glass, beams of divine light pouring down, the moon a silent witness beneath the sun's glory, spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, sun and moon the same size
A cinematic oil painting of the 'harvest of reward.' Glowing silhouettes of souls gathered in celestial halls made of clouds and amber light. In the distance, a metaphorical field of golden wheat representing the harvest. Warm, glowing color palette: burnt orange, gold leaf, and deep mahogany. Soft brushwork, divine and majestic atmosphere.
Ancient celestial vision: the blazing sun hovers directly above a faint translucent moon, the moon rendered almost invisible, swallowed by the sun's overwhelming radiance yet delicately outlined as a pale, ghostly disc, beams of divine light pouring down, the moon a silent witness beneath the sun's glory, spiritual symbolism of hidden union and concealed intimacy, ethereal golden and silver tones, meditative Cherokee folk ballad atmosphere, sacred and timeless, ultra detailed, cinematic, 8k
surreal apocalyptic coastal city under targeting grid, mushroom cloud harvest of souls, ethereal righteous souls in glowing chambers crying "How long?", divine reaping angels collecting wheat and light, fractured timelines glitching, biblical end times 2 Esdras 4:35, dark dramatic atmosphere, cyber-apocalypse glitch art, text overlay "How long? When will the harvest come?",
"A majestic medieval Camelot castle transformed into an industrial powerhouse, massive stone towers with tall brick smokestacks rising from battlements emitting thick plumes of black smoke against a dramatic stormy sunset sky, interior visible through arched windows showing glowing forges, massive steam engines, whirring belts, and assembly lines churning out revolvers and bicycle parts, medieval peasants and armored knights working alongside Yankee engineers in 19th-century overalls, sparks flying from anvils, molten metal pouring, flickering torchlight mixing with harsh electric bulbs, rich textures on weathered stone walls cracked by iron pipes and gears, vibrant industrial reds and oranges contrasting deep castle grays and blues, god rays piercing through smoke and dust, hyper-detailed photorealistic fantasy style, epic cinematic composition with wide angle view showing the absurd fusion of Arthurian architecture and 19th-century factory chaos, satirical anachronism from Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court,
Epic surreal illustration of sun analemma (golden figure-eight path) and lunar analemma (silvery figure-eight) converging side-by-side to form a massive glowing "88" in the twilight sky over a futuristic cityscape, evoking Back to the Future's 88 mph time travel; from the central convergence point, all 88 constellations burst forth like exploding stars and mythical figures in chaotic motion—"the crazy 88" as zodiac warriors and celestial beasts emerging with energy trails, flux capacitor sparks, and DeLorean speed lines; dramatic starry background with nebulae, high detail, vibrant colors, sci-fi fantasy blend, cinematic lighting with god rays and volumetric glow
A grand medieval hall in King Arthur's Camelot transformed by modern invention: armored knights in shining full-plate mail and nobles in velvet robes gathered around a large wooden table, intently reading freshly printed newspapers with bold 19th-century headlines like 'Merlin's Latest Blunder Exposed!' and 'Eclipse Prediction: Yankee Wizard Triumphs Again', ink still glistening on the broadsheets, one knight holding the paper upside down in confusion while another points excitedly at an advertisement for bicycles, flickering torchlight and early electric bulbs casting warm dramatic glows on faces and paper, rich textures on crinkled newsprint, polished armor reflections, ornate tapestries and stone arches in background with subtle printing press visible through an open door belching faint steam, vibrant colors with deep crimson reds, golden yellows, and inky blacks, god rays streaming through high arched windows at golden hour, hyper-detailed photorealistic fantasy style, epic cinematic composition capturing satirical anachronism and wonder,
a bronze statue of a man holding a basketball
a man standing in front of a wooden wall
a picture of a man's torso made up of words
a black and white photo of a child wearing sunglasses
a bronze statue of a man holding a cell phone
a statue of a man holding a frisbee
a painting of a man with a turban on his head
A dramatic epic fantasy scene of a fierce 19th-century Yankee engineer in modern work clothes and coat standing defiantly amid a chaotic medieval battlefield, dual-wielding gleaming Colt revolvers firing with muzzle flashes and smoke trails, facing a charging line of heavily armored knights in full shining plate mail with lances lowered and horses rearing, bullets impacting armor with sparks and dents, knights tumbling in shock and agony, misty Arthurian field with ancient castles and stormy skies in the background at dramatic golden-hour sunset, intense action pose with recoil kick, rich metallic reflections on armor and gun barrels, vibrant crimson blood accents, deep shadows and god-ray lighting piercing through dust and gunpowder haze, hyper-detailed textures on chainmail scratches, fabric tears, and explosive debris, photorealistic cinematic fantasy style, high dynamic range, ultra-detailed 8k masterpiece in the vein of Greg Rutkowski and Simon Stålenhag with epic war realism, absurd violent anachronism from Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, breathtaking composition
A majestic medieval knight in highly detailed full-plate shining silver armor with intricate engravings, polished reflections, chainmail accents, flowing crimson cape billowing dramatically, ornate plumed helmet with visor partially raised revealing a fierce determined expression, powerfully pedaling a vintage 19th-century safety bicycle at high speed through an epic misty Arthurian landscape at golden hour sunset, ancient stone castles and towering forests in the background, dynamic action pose leaning forward with intense motion blur on the wheels, sunlight glinting off metal plates and chrome bike parts creating rich specular highlights, vibrant color palette with deep blues, warm oranges, rich greens, and metallic silvers, cinematic dramatic lighting with god rays piercing through fog, hyper-detailed textures on armor scratches and fabric, epic fantasy digital painting style, photorealistic yet fantastical, high dynamic range, ultra-detailed 8k, masterpiece by artists like Greg Rutkowski and Alphonse Mucha combined with cinematic fantasy realism, absurd humorous anachronism from Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, breathtaking composition
a painting of a man with no shirt on
a painting of a man sitting in a niche
a statue of a man holding a ball
a statue of a man standing in front of a column
So, you look at those captains and then at yourself and you wonder: “Why them, and not me?” As you paddle along in your pitiful state, a canoe you hope no one will see. But there’s just enough room for those trusted to you for safe passage, provisions, and tare. So, you keep to yourself, and you follow the shore, making passage for those in your care.
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
In days to come I stood amazed, walking through that forest, at the blazing symphony of color it brought forth, seemingly just for me. I grew to love my friend’s words in a new way, through the astounding beauty of the spectacle he knew was coming when he said them. I was young then, and didn’t know I had many autumns ahead of me.
a statue of a man holding a sword and a shield
a painting of a man holding a ball
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.