A street café in the early morning light, somewhere in Paris, 1935. The chairs are still empty, the tables untouched - as if the night had only just released them. The steam from the first coffee still hangs heavy in the cool air. In the background, the Eiffel Tower rises, shadowy in the haze, a silent observer of a city that is slowly awakening. The light is soft, the shadows long. It is a moment between two times - between the fleeting everyday life and the lasting image of a city that tells its own story in its silence.
Disclaimer: The image was created with AI, persons and property in the image are fictitious.
Conceived by Skyfall, visualized with AI.
Like many of the people here, I am an amateur photographer and digital creator. There are many ways to take good pictures. In the end, I always ask myself what is possible when my camera is used. Where I can't go any further, I use AI. The.. Read more…