Several weeks ago I came across a post on Facebook with some extraordinary fantasy images. As I read I learned that these were done by artificial intelligence. I admit that I was intrigued and began searching for how this was done. I was able to find the Midjourney site and spent hours lost in creation.
Category: Poetry
We begin our journey with no compass to guide following our sun and moon hoping their direction is right from our first tentative steps taken as we were shown to our first leap out into the wide world alone our journey influenced by others we meet along the way whether it be years, months, or
I seem to have lost it though I have looked in every crevice and corner Where, I can’t help but wonder, would my Joy for Life hide? I’ve looked in the western skies as the sun sets, following the ribbons of light and color, peaked through the treetops following the birds flight, hoping they would
Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again