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AI art "秋の避暑地で" featuring #jesień, #jesienne liście, #Na zewnątrz, #płaszcz, #nagie drzewo and #pochmurne niebo

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秋の避暑地で

秋のリゾートタウンを俯いて歩く人々元ネタは狩人のコスモス街道で、歌詞をアレンジした。 https://www.uta-net.com/movie/8790/

#jesień #jesienne liście #Na zewnątrz #płaszcz #nagie drzewo #pochmurne niebo

Opublikowano Nov 4, 2026

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photorealistic, 3 people, multiple boys, multiple girls, walking, head down, looking down, looking to the side, heavy oversized charcoal wool coat, mustard yellow knit scarf, dark brown leather boots, long beige trench coat, black turtleneck sweater under coat, slim-fit navy blue trousers, white leather sneakers, quilted olive green puffer jacket, grey beanie, khaki cargo pants, autumn, resort town, fallen leaves, cobblestone street, from above, high angle, wide shot, deep depth of field, overcast daylight, no eye contact, crowd, candid street photography A high-angle wide shot looks down the length of a sloped cobblestone lane in an autumn resort town, the camera placed above head height so the three walkers are seen from the crown of their heads and the tops of their shoulders. In the near foreground, slightly left of centre and walking away from the camera down the slope, a tall broad-shouldered man in a heavy oversized charcoal wool coat — its shoulders drooping past his own, sleeves swallowing his hands — walks with his chin sunk to his chest, a mustard yellow knit scarf wound twice around his neck so the loose end lies flat against the coat's back; his dark brown leather boots scuff the cobbles, one heel dragging half a step behind the other, weight rolling onto the outside of his right foot. Two paces ahead and to his right, a lean woman in a long beige trench coat worn open over a black turtleneck sweater and slim-fit navy blue trousers walks with her head bowed so low the nape of her neck shows pale beneath her hairline, both hands pushed deep into her trench pockets, white leather sneakers squeaking on the wet stone, her gaze pinned to a point on the ground a metre in front of her toes. Further down and crossing from right to left, a smaller figure in a quilted olive green puffer jacket and khaki cargo pants, grey beanie pulled low to the brow so only the tip of a nose and a chin emerge, both arms folded across the chest, boots turning inward as they step, looking at the pavement. A fourth and fifth pedestrian, rendered smaller and softer with distance, walk the far end of the lane in the same bowed posture, backs to the camera, no faces visible. The lane falls away in a shallow S-curve between low alpine guesthouses with steep shingled roofs, wooden balconies and shuttered windows; the buildings step down the hill in ochre, cream and faded green plaster, layered one behind the other with the furthest reduced to soft silhouettes in the haze. Wet cobblestones mirror the sky in dull grey patches, and drifts of fallen maple and chestnut leaves gather along the curb line and in the gutter seams, thicker on the uphill side where the wind has pushed them, none on the vertical faces of the walls. A wrought-iron railing runs along the right edge of the lane, and a wooden bench sits empty under a bare tree at the left, its slats dark with damp. No shop signs are legible; the few hanging boards are turned edge-on or blurred, and the only readable lettering is a small painted placard screwed to a doorframe on the right reading "HOTEL EDELWEISS" in worn white capitals, its paint flaking along the lower edge where rain has run. The light is flat, cool overcast daylight from a high diffuse sky, no hard cast shadows anywhere — only soft contact shadows pooled under each walker's boots and under the bench — while a faint warm break in the cloud, low and behind the rooftops, catches the tops of the chimneys and the highest balcony rails in a dull amber. The palette is held to charcoal, beige, olive, mustard, wet slate grey and the rust-and-gold of the leaves, with no saturated colour admitted anywhere else. Fine mist hangs in the middle distance so the furthest buildings lose contrast and the lane's end fades into pale grey. The figures stay small in the frame, the town holding most of it. Quiet, melancholy.

秋の避暑地で

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