As you know, I routinely use magazine cut outs in my collages — National Geographic, Vogue, Living Magazine to name just three. I also use screen shots.
I think because I’m not selling my work, copyright issues have never come up. However, this week a montage of recent collages got this weird notice on Instagram about 71 nations banning my reel.
Huh? I assume the Paris Collage Club pictures do not trigger copyright claims nor, obviously, do my own photos. When I looked over the slideshow what stood out were photos of Jared and Ivanka. Is someone scouring the internet looking for unflattering pictures of them?
I’ll post video here just to see what happens. I have transformed the duo’s images in a way that arguably skirts copyright problems. I don’t know. I don’t really think about this stuff much.
By the way, this spooky portrait shows up in the Jared/Ivanka Monster series. I love it so much and I wish I’d noted who the photographer was. Cut out years ago.
The primary design tool in my digital collage tool box is the 
This post will give you the basic skills to use the Diana Photo app. It is a ton of fun, addictive even. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
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To select another filter, you can swipe left on the double exposure (without the filter grid visible) and whatever filter comes next in the app will be applied. In the alternative, you can hold your finger down on the double exposure and the black filter grid-menu will appear. Then tap to select. This latter method is efficient if you know your favorite filters. There are quite a number of filters that I never use.
Directly below the double exposure, there’s a white dot flanked by plus and minus signs. An intensity slider. Hold lightly and slide left or right to dim or heighten the double exposure. I wish this feature was more interesting. A lost opportunity, IMHO.
Above left shows a fully dimmed filter while the right shows the button slid all the way to the right.
Dianaphotoapp has two ways of
I love the dice function. Absolutely love it.
In particular: lack of faith in personal good outcomes. A train wreck is one of those things: ordinary and yet tragic. It could happen to anyone on their way to work. But it’s also rare, so why assume it’s only a matter of time until I’m sent off the rails?
In the second image, strips of a woodland creek scene butt up against photos of the disaster, as if the trees and water were complicit or at least, failing to offer protection.
Tomorrow, Salem apartment inspection and key hand over. A finality, there.
The house and garage at this end are stuffed in spite of vigorous give aways and throw outs. But it can all wait ’til I get back.
This windowsill photo was taken roughly one year before my sister died just before the movers came. Who knew how little time she had left.
Aside from an eye hemorrhaged enough to warrant an urgent care visit yesterday, everything continues apace. The crocus are up, Euros obtained, tickets to the Villa Borghesi purchased, and a keyboard for tablet ordered (my old lap top is heavy!)