I recently found an app for the iPhone called iStego. Basically what it does is hide photos (and text if you like), inside of photos. So what appears to be one thing, is actually something else.
The “envelope photo” does not look altered in anyway. It reminds me of our hidden everyday lives while we walk around dealing with our day to day encounters, placing a face over the turmoil inside.
Anyway, the thing with this app is that no one seems to know about it. There is only one review. If I place two photos here, without the program you would not know which has a secret picture/message and which does not.
In checking this little experiment, I found out that it only worked on my iPhone!!! So, here is the photo that was inside:
Okay, here’s my quick cool tip for the day (the day?… is this a regular feature?) If you’re anywhere in the east where temperatures are hitting record highs and heat index is over 100, try this:
buy some seedless grapes (I like red grapes)
put some of them in a sandwich baggy
put the baggy in your freezer
when they are frozen… eat and enjoy!
They really taste good, and they satisfy your thirst and cool you off. See? Being on dialysis and having to watch my fluid intake, does bring about good things sometimes. Pssst… pass it on.
I was feeling a little sad that this would be the last of the logs for now, since when this series started there were five Louise Logs. My recent foray into YouTube, however, has revealed Anne Flournoy has presented us with another one. So, here is this week’s (and not final) Louise journey.
Here we go with installment 4 of the Louise Log. My favorite line: “If I were a real artist, I’d punch him in the face.” Louise is the voice in my head, put on video. Enjoy this week’s show.
I was scanning blogs the other day (on my birthday actually) and came upon this Enigma Cafe post.
You’ll notice that if you click on the Enigma Cafe post title, you’ll get connected to YouTube and will hear a rendition of Moon River. This song holds special significance to me (especially on Mother’s Day), because it is the song I sang to my mother as she lay dying in the hospital, surrounded by the sounds of the respirator, heart monitor and various alarms going off at other patients bedsides, six years ago.
It seems like yesterday. In fact, as I was typing this, I originally typed two years ago and actually had to find the death certificate to figure out what year it was. I remember the date she died… April 14.
I was born the day before Mothers Day (on a Saturday), and it was through her that I learned so much including the discovery of my ability to sing. We used to sing a lot together when I was younger. So, it seemed only natural to sing a favorite of ours at that time.
When I was a teenager, I started calling mom by her first name. Well a nickname of her first name, which was Lillian. I called her Lil. I can’t remember why I started doing this. Maybe it was my rebelliousness as a teenager. I also don’t know why she allowed me to do this. All I know, is that it became my term of endearment and closeness. It was a shortform of, “I love you, mom.”
So, it was interesting that I should stumble upon that particular website where Moonriver is featured on this particular day.
I am pleased to present the second of the five part Louise Log series. You may have noticed that I have created a Louise Log category in order that you can find all of them here more easily (you can also check out the tag cloud). Without further ado (I love that expression), here is Louise Log 2:
An artist friend of mine is creating a series of videos entitled, the Louise Logs. I think they are brilliant, and given the nature of the dialog, I think they fit perfectly with the title and intents of this blog. The plan I have come up with, is to post one here each week (at this point in time, there are five of them).
Of course, you can always see them all at once if you like. Here, then, is the first one:
Remember to turn your sound on. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
You may have been able to tell from my previous post about the photo assignment, that I was unsure of how the pictures would be received. I was not happy with everything I submitted, and neither was the editor. Actually, that’s a little harsh. She felt that many of the photos did not match up to the quality of my other photos that she had seen.
Given the choice of re-shooting or waiting until my inspiration matches their theme, I chose not to re-shoot. I had a hard time trying to figure out how and what to photograph, and I still don’t know what would work. Fortunately, the editor was very understanding and is still willing to accept pictures from me.
whew!
More importantly, this little adventure has gotten me out and shooting again. It’s been a long hiatus.
