Howdy May day for all those dancing around the poles. My dance was for getting the last few photos uploaded tonight to for another perfect month of daily photo action seen in the album and blogged like the months south of April– that’s 120 on the 120th day of the year, April 30, 2026.
I spot a few of my custom t-shirts , and yes snow and dogs on it, old wood, skies of northern and other lights, the usual wood patterns, even a cat. But let’s hand it over, as the world capitulates more each minute, to ChatGPT to see what kind of drippy summary it can conspire.
It took a whole (not) of prompt engeering to send
Here are 30 photos taken in April. This screenshot of photos represents one month of photos taken each day in April. Write a one paragraph summary that captures themes, common topics, and also anything that stands out from the rest. Add extra zest and exuberance to your writing.
Here is the prosaicness:
April arrives like a switch flipped with a grin, not fully spring yet, but definitely done pretending it’s winter. Snow retreats into scraps while grass and mud claim the middle ground, and the light gets theatrical: halos around the sun, a sudden aurora cameo, skies that can’t decide between steel and silk. The usual prairie artifacts are still here, splintered boards, rusted bolts, fence lines stretching like sentences without punctuation, but now they feel less like relics and more like props in a set being reset. Life pushes in from every angle: dogs in mid-romp and mid-thought, birds slicing the air in formation, a cat inspecting plumbing like it’s a personal project, even a soccer ball abandoned as if the game just paused itself. People step closer to the lens this month, smiling, holding up small finds, wearing their days a bit more openly. And then there are the delightful curveballs: a memory card like a tiny black monolith, a giant “house volume” knob that looks ready to turn the whole scene up, a shirt declaring “ai;dr” like a wink at the act of documenting it all. April feels curious, awake, slightly chaotic, and very alive, as if the world is stretching its limbs and saying, alright, let’s get on with it.
The poet loriat ChatGPT waxes on my 30 daily photos
Note that it missed complete the mockery of the ai;dr shirt with “a shirt declaring “ai;dr” like a wink at the act of documenting it all” – no I am casting share your way, ChatGPT.
May is already in gear, so no looking back now, heading for another perfect month of daily photos, that is north of fourth.
Featured Image: Go North flickr photo by cogdogblog shared into the public domain using Creative Commons Public Domain Dedication (CC0)
