#contrastingregions

Contrasting Landscapes at Sunset

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beautiful image of two seasons Dry and wet in Alice Spring Australia. A masterpiece of mosaic applique made from coloured straw. A sparse Vista stretched all the way to the horizon, 2819 square kilometres, larger than the European country of Luxembourg, about as untamed as you would imagine. It was barely a tree to be seen. In the dry season it was brown and grey and khaki, where is only red dirt to provide some relief, in the wet season the Creek would swell, the trees turn bright green, The grass grew emerald and the dirt become Vermillion. It was so beautiful, and the land would heave with so much life. But inevitable the ground would crack and Creek would become a trickle, and the cycle would continue again. In early spring, on a scorching hot morning, the star- studded horizon dulled and the Southern Cross slipped off the side of the earth followed by the scorpion. It was a dusty desert town it still is. The hot harsh climate has a rollercoaster of temperatures ranging from an Antarctic minus to a murderous 45°C. The red desert is as flat as a breadboard, with staggered ranges popping up at intervals to create ancient gorges that whispered the stories of the people who have worked the land for the last 40,000 years. The sky is a million light years away in yet at night feels so close you could just stretch your hand and touch the Milky Way above your head. The sign of Scorpio hungs just east of the Southern Cross, its tail curled low across The Dark night, claws reaching out into the black universe. The Aboriginal people lived on the banks of the river at the fringes of town in skimpy humpies made from paper bark trees and scrubs of rusty corrugated iron.
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide