The only graphics software that I dislike more than Picasa … you didn’t know there was one, did you? … is Adobe Photoshop Elements Organizer. This one actually makes me angry because Adobe has the audacity to sell you an upgrade every year.
Adobe PSE Organizer is not a photo organizer. It’s a pre-school platform for selling you photo prints.
Remember the WLPG GPS disaster of 2010? Well, that’s over, I guess. I don’t know. I haven’t been back.
I remember someone complaining about date/time stamp corruption in WLPG long after I recovered from the GPS/Exif damage. You know how things slide past you because you’re too busy. I thought it was probably just the latest screw-up and I was long gone, whew. … [continued]
I’m looking for a new photo naming convention. I moved all my ancestor photos into folders numbered by MRIN. Then Cuz sent hundreds of new photos. Then I dismantled an old DVD project. … [continued]
I wish there was an easier way of sorting photos. But I realize some of us are organizationally-challenged and that’s half the fun. In a $5-per-truckload-second-hand-store kind of way. Sure, bring it all home if you don’t mind spending a week at the laundromat. … [continued]
I installed Picasa on my laptop to have another look. Sam was interested in having it on her new computer. I wrote her an email about some of the reasons I hate Picasa and why she shouldn’t use it. It was quickly turning into an encyclopedia and I knew her brain would fuzz over if she had to read the whole thing. … [continued]
If you’ve been following along and getting your photos embedded with IPTC captions, keywords, locations, copyrights, etc. you will also be able to share this information by creating slideshows. … [continued]
I often find myself searching sub-folders of files and photos (and I have a ton of them). After a certain critical mass of files, say 10 thousand, drilling down forever and hand-picking files doesn’t really do it for me. … [continued]
I’m in search of GPS co-ordinates for another house. … [continued]
After 12 hours of searching, I found the manor house. And for only one reason. I still don’t recognize the street names. The house had a name of its own although I’ve forgotten that, too. … [continued]
When I was 13 I spent Christmas with some ancient (60 or 70 year old) and distant relatives in Leigh-on-Sea, Essex in England. I’ve become obsessed with finding the exact house on a map. I’ve been driving the little man on Google Maps through the streets for the past 4 hours. … [continued]