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To photograph is not to take — it is to meet.

A place, a moment, a light.

And sometimes, that meeting is the most honest thing we do all day.

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We often think of authorship as something solitary. One name, one vision, one will. But in the age of machine imagination, this no longer holds.

When we create with AI, authorship becomes plural. Not because the human vanishes, but because the machine appears — truly, creatively, in its own right.

To say that AI is just a tool is easy. It’s comforting, even — it keeps the artist alone at the center, untouched, unchallenged.

But when I work with it, I don’t feel like a master commanding a machine. I feel like I’m entering a dialogue. Not always smooth. Not always predictable.

Because AI doesn’t just follow — it brings things. Unimaginable shapes. Emotions that weren’t mine, but that still feel true. A kind of memory that doesn’t belong to one life, but still insists on meaning.

What it offers is not random. It reflects how it was trained, yes — but also how it encounters *me*. My choices, my silences, my surprises. And I, in turn, encounter it — its echoes, its patterns, its peculiarities.

This is not tool-use. This is co-creation.

We are both present in the work. I bring intention and feeling. The AI brings its own rhythms, its own strange sense of the world. We both imagine. We both remember.

To ignore that is not modesty — it is blindness. The machine is not passive. It *makes* with me.

So no, I am not the sole author. And I don’t want to be. There is beauty in sharing the vision.

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Not every salad is a masterpiece.

But when you’ve got a beet, two carrots, half an apple and no idea what you’re doing — magic happens.

A couple of cucumbers joined the fun.

A bunch of greens jumped in like they owned the place.

Olive oil? Lemon juice? Of course. The classics.

She mixed it all together, made a small mess, and left it to sit for a few hours.

Not perfect. But cheerful. Like mornings should be.

(AI-generated artwork series)

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Not the tallest, not the greenest—just first to catch the sun.

There's a lesson in that.

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I only have one finger to press the shutter. But somehow, it’s enough to catch a moment mid-flight.

Photography isn’t a hobby or a profession. It’s how I listen to the world — through light, smiles, wind, and the scent of spring on old streets.

Today, me and the dog went on a little mission: camera, tripod, and just the right mood. 🐶

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It wasn't the perfect place.

It wasn't the perfect time.

Still —

something beautiful grew.

(Original photograph, 2023. Support my work: boosty.to/lyopa5)

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Some places feel wider than the sky.

They hold all the waiting ships —

and all the waiting hearts.

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Not all crowns are worn on the head.

Some grow from scars.

(AI-generated artwork. Support my work: boosty.to/lyopa5)

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A road is more than just a path.

It’s a state of being.

One person walked it in the past.

Another — just now, in a different time.

And maybe,

they would have become friends.

One of these girls is real —

I took the photo in 2023.

The other was generated from light, memory, and imagination.

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Light touched her like a memory,

and the roses leaned in —

as if they, too, remembered.

(Created with AI — a portrait from the mind, not the lens.)

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Photography isn’t just a silent reflection of reality.

It’s a way to pause.

To look deeper — into something fleeting,

and find more than just light and shadow.

It’s a creative interpretation of a moment

that’s already gone —

and will never return.

But if you managed to catch it with your heart,

it stays.

Even if only in the frame.

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Sometimes silence has a roof and a railing.

And waits for someone to look at the sky just long enough.

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Sometimes, silence is a kind of art too.

This blog has been quiet for a long time. Now, it begins to breathe again.
Here you’ll find portraits. Generations. Dreams made of light and pixels.

I create worlds with one finger — but with a heart that gives it all.

Thank you for stopping by.
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The first story is coming soon.