Containers shipping raw tweets

Europe's finest imports and exports roll through Rotterdam, similarly packaged in voluminous steel boxes.

A container was what I booked to transport my collection of 16 contraband tweets which I rotate between the daily hashtags, perpetually trending, and a shabby satchel out of grain leather in which is held my bell.

I tinkle the bell to make people try to catch my blinking eye. The clash pricks ears every hour in order to reset authority in the dissolute universe. Whether you look at me or you don't, I act indifferent.

Boost the shadows it said, lower the highlights. These are the cardinal directions of the tool, the AI Tool. And what else can I do to make this RAW world shine? I am forsooth a knoob.

Add some temperature, gently try to increase exposure and always send your aunt her Christmas card early in December. It blossoms, this advice, from the tool - The AI Tool, like the bud on an apple tree is promised to be apples one day.

I have merely to describe the impression of get from the RAW's pixels in terms that one with an average of all imaginations can discern. When I hit carriage return cluelessly, the tool, the AI Tool tells me what direction to travel. How to look at it as a clash of colours, add a dash of filters, wear a sash of light.

It tells me with full confidence, perpetually bombastic. With trepidation I try it over Luminar, I'm no longer bell-dinging or tin tweeting, I'm doing #photography #software #edits with manual gusto (if not great skill).