A-I Generated Photos and Designs

• Posted on: 07, 09, 2024
• By : Bob 
• Categories : AUSTRALIANA 
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I have been spending some time experimenting with A-I generated images, text, sounds and designs. Here are a few of my A-I photos, text, designs and sounds that I have been working on . I can’t wait to buy one of Apples new computers coming out, hopefully, at the end of this year and start using the new features including Apple intelligence. I am now using my new Apple IMac with the new M4 chip along with two AI software programmes, Freepik and a free text chat generator.

Moonlight Encounters with a Wide Eyed Cheetah

In the heart of the jungle, where shadows intertwine,
The wild-eyed cheetah dances, a spirit so divine.
With spots like the twilight, and a gaze fierce and bold,
She weaves through the thickets, a story untold.

Her breath quick as lightning, on the scent of the breeze,
A whisper of freedom among ancient trees.
With grace and with power, she bounds through the night,
The wild-eyed jungle cheetah, a vision of light.

The Playful Red Fox

In a woodland glade where the wildflowers sway,
A small fox plays softly, in the light of the day.
With fur like the sunset, all orange and bright,
It dances through shadows, a delightful sight.

With curious eyes and a twitch of its tail,
It chases the butterflies, swift as a gale.
In whispers of leaves, it leaps and it bounds,
A creature of magic where friendship abounds.

At dusk, under stars, with the moon’s silver gleam,
It curls in the grass, lost in a dream.
A small fox, so cute, a spirit so free,
In the heart of the wild, forever it’ll be.

Australian Emu

In the red dust plains where the sun beats down,
An emu strides proudly, a feathered crown.
Through scrub and spinifex, it roams so free,
A lone wanderer beneath the vast gum tree.

With long, nimble legs and a curious gaze,
It dances through twilight in golden haze.
In the heart of the outback, where wild spirits roam,
The emu stands tall, in its timeless home.

Maine’s Curious Chipmunk

In the whispering woods where the tall pines sway,
A chipmunk scampers through the leaves, day by day.
With stripes like shadows and cheeks full of cheer,
He gathers his treasures, winter draws near.

Beneath the bright sun and the soft, dappled light,
He darts through the underbrush, a charming sight.
With a flick of his tail and a curious glance,
In the heart of Maine’s forest, he leads his own dance.

Young Dash
On a sunlit rock, young Dash sits proud and still,
Golden fur aglow, with the warmth of the hill.
Bright eyes scan the savanna, where tall grasses sway,
A little dreamer waiting for adventure’s call to play.

With a flick of his tail and a soft, curious glance,
He imagines the wild, in the midst of his dance.
Though small in the moment, his spirit’s so grand,
For one day he’ll run, the swift king of the land.

Whimsy In The Jungle, A baby Elephant’s Delight

In a sunlit jungle, where the tall grass sways,
A baby elephant tumbles, in joyous plays.
With ears like sails and a trunk so small,
He splashes in puddles, at nature’s call.

Gentle giants roam, as he learns to roam wide,
In the warmth of his family, with love as his guide.
With a trumpet of laughter, he dances with glee,
A heartbeat of wonder, so wild and free.

Mainey McCubbins

In the woods of Maine where the pine trees sway,
Lives Mainey McCubbins, joyful and gay.
With a twinkle in her eye and a playful little grin,
She dances through the meadows, where every day begins.

With paws soft as whispers and fur like the night,
She frolics in the sun, a delightful sight.
Adventure’s her motto, in the wild she’ll roam,
Mainey McCubbins, in the Maine forest, she finds her home.

Tigger the Tiger

In golden fields where wildflowers sway,
Tigger the Tiger leaps and plays,
With stripes like the sun, bold and bright,
He dances ‘neath the moon’s soft light.

With a heart full of joy and a bounce in his stride,
He chases his dreams, with the world as his guide,
Through jungles and valleys, so vast and so deep,
Tigger’s spirit is fearless, his heart never sleeps.

In the whispers of the night, his laughter rings clear,
A friend to the lost, to the lonely, sincere,
So let your heart follow, let your spirit be free,
For Tigger the Tiger shows us how sweet life can be.

Gobble McFeathers

In the fields where the pumpkins shine bright,
Gobble McFeathers takes to the flight,
With feathers that shimmer in autumn’s warm glow,
He dances through leaves with a jovial flow.

Gobble McFeathers, a gobbler so spry,
Chasing dreams ‘neath the big, open sky,
He chatters and chuckles, bringing joy all around,
A cartoon companion, where laughter is found.

When Thanksgiving approaches, he’s ready to feast,
With friends gathered ‘round, the fun never ceased,
So raise up a cheer for our feathery friend,
Gobble McFeathers, the joy never ends!

A Racoon called Rascal

In the moonlit night, there’s a rascal named Rascal,
With a mask on his face, he’s a sneaky little rascal.
He scours the bins for a tasty delight,
Dancing on rooftops, a mischievous sight.

Through the trees he scurries, with a flick of his tail,
His laughter echoes, a whimsical trail.
With twinkling eyes, and a spirit so bold,
Rascal the raccoon, a joy to behold.

When dawn starts to break, he scurries away,
A master of mischief, making his play.
In the heart of the night, he’s our furry little friend,
Rascal the raccoon, may the fun never end!

Squeaky Stinker

In the meadow where flowers bloom,
Lives Squeaky Stinker, spreading his perfume,
With stripes of black and a tail held high,
He dances and twirls ‘neath the blue sky.

Though his scent might make the daisies sway,
Squeaky’s charm keeps the gloom at bay,
With a giggle and grin, he’s quick on his feet,
A cartoon skunk who’s impossible to beat.

At twilight he sings to the stars above,
A skunky serenade, filled with love,
So here’s to Squeaky, both quirky and grand,
A little rascal in a wildflower land!

Unlikely Friendship In The Forest

Once upon a time, in a lush, vibrant forest, lived a small rabbit named Thumper who loved to explore the underbrush and nibble on the freshest clovers. Despite his cheerful disposition, Thumper was always careful and aware of the dangers lurking nearby. One day, while hopping through a patch of wildflowers, he heard a rustling sound that made his heart race. It was Benji, the clever fox, known for his swift movements and cunning mind. Although foxes were usually predators, Benji had a playful side that was rarely seen by the other animals.

Curious about the newcomer, Thumper cautiously approached Benji, who was tangled in a thicket of thorny vines. “Need a little help?” Thumper asked, his voice tinged with both hesitation and empathy. Surprised but relieved, Benji looked up with his bright, amber eyes, and nodded. “Actually, I’m stuck,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. With that, Thumper gathered his courage and began to nibble through the leaves and thorns, working diligently to free the fox. Benji watched in awe; he had always thought of rabbits as timid creatures, but Thumper’s bravery spoke volumes.

Finally, after a few tense moments, the vines fell away, and Benji was free. “Thank you, little one! I owe you one,” he said, shaking off the remnants of his capture. Thumper, still cautious, smiled but didn’t trust him completely. “Just remember, Benji, not everyone is as forgiving as I am.” With a chuckle, the fox agreed, brushing off the encounter as just a silly mistake. Though relieved, Thumper’s heart still beat fast; he knew that he had just helped a predator.

As days passed, the unlikely duo began to forge a bond. They met regularly at a glade surrounded by tall oaks where sunlight kissed the ground. Thumper would share stories of his forest adventures, and Benji would respond with tales of his clever tricks. They found delight in each other’s company, something both had never expected to happen. It was here that Thumper discovered Benji’s more playful side, where they chased each other in friendly games, far from the dangers of the forest.

However, whispers of their friendship spread among the forest inhabitants. The birds squawked tales of betrayal, criticizing Thumper for befriending a fox. He felt the weight of their judgment but found solace in Benji’s reassuring presence. “Don’t worry about what others say, Thumper. True friendship cannot be bound by labels,” Benji responded, his clever eyes glimmering with understanding. Thumper realized that perhaps friendship was more complex than he had ever thought, and soon he found himself less concerned about how others perceived them.

Their adventure took a dark turn one fateful evening when a hungry predator—a stalking hawk—flapped overhead. Thumper and Benji froze, knowing that if they didn’t act quickly, one of them could be in great danger. Instinct kicked in, and while Thumper’s small stature gave him speed and agility, Benji’s cunning intellect provided a plan. They collected twigs and pebbles to create a distraction, and with a synchronized leap, they lured the hawk into a flurry of activity towards the noise. Safely out of reach, they burst into laughter, their bond strengthened by the thrill of teamwork amid chaos.

Through this experience, the other animals in the forest began to reconsider their views on foxes and rabbits. They watched as Thumper and Benji protected one another, determined to keep their friendship intact. Gradually, the gossip ceased, and the forest grew more accepting of their unusual camaraderie. It became a lesson for everyone—that friendship defies boundaries, blossoming in the most unexpected places.

In the end, the bond between Thumper and Benji flourished, rooted in trust and respect. They understood each other’s strengths and vulnerabilities great and small, celebrating the uniqueness of their friendship. The forest became a more vibrant place, echoing laughter, and stories shared under the canopy of stars. The small rabbit and the clever fox had turned their once precarious relationship into a flourishing partnership, showcasing the magic that arises when one looks beyond the surface. Together, they turned the pages of a story filled with friendship, bravery, and forgiveness—one that would echo through the forest for generations to come.