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Current belief is that Batatotalena is the Divaguhawa of legend, though the argument on its authenticity goes on.
If I was a 16th Century Portuguese Photojournalist
And had the camera been invented, my photos of the Portuguese-Sinhalese wars might have looked a bit like this. Instead I’ve committed a bit of sacrilege and had a look at what all the fuss is about with AI, and used it to create a bunch of pictures from scratch. This is a first for my blog (and likely the last), since its whole point is to showcase my actual photography, but I thought this experiment was worth sharing.
This set of pictures is entirely AI-created, with even the prompts that created the images being composed by AI, with just a bit of editing (to the prompts, not the pictures), by me. It started off with me asking ChatGPT to give me a brief explanation of the 16th century Portuguese presence in the Colombo Fort. I then told this OpenAI chatbot to come up with a set of prompts which Midjourney could use to create pictures to illustrate its explanation. I then fed the prompts to Midjourney, adding that the pictures must look as if I had shot them on Kodak Tri-X film in my style of photography. These are the results.Continue reading “If I was a 16th Century Portuguese Photojournalist”
Women on the Wall
*shot on a Canon EOS 5DMkIV & EF 24-105/f4L, courtesy Canon/Metropolitan.
The Guns of Quebec
Peter and the Goths
Royal Bath Attire
Special Feature — Retracing My Black July
A version of this post first ran in July 2008, on my blog, The Blacklight Arrow, under the title, ‘Black Thoughts’, and was later reproduced on Groundviews as ‘My Name is Cedric, do You Remember Me?’; part of a Black July anthology. With my intention to move some of my online writing to this site, I thought I would retrace my journey on that first day of the July 1983 anti-Tamil pogrom, from my school in Borella to my grand uncle’s home on Temple Road, Maradana, and on to my own home on St John’s Way, in Mutwal. So I walked and taxied across Colombo today, trying to find some of the places I had described thirteen years ago, and compare them to the images in my head from thirty-eight years ago. I took a few photos too.
July usually passes me by without too much notice, beyond the vague worry that there might be a Tiger attack on Colombo, and a few flashbacks to that weekend in 1983. But this time it’s been a bit different. I’ve found myself reliving that day a lot more this year. It isn’t the fact that this is the 25th anniversary of the carnage which most people see as the starting point of our war, though that has been the focus of a lot of attention. What did it was a phone call a couple of weeks ago.Continue reading “Special Feature — Retracing My Black July”