Saturday, May 16, 2009
Photopoems
A photopoem page is now up.
My kids are at their Dad's, but will my dog forgive me? It's nearly 11pm and she still hasn't had her walk!
The photopoem page is okay, I'm not crazy about it. I embedded a slideshow, and then a selection of photopoems in a hidden table below that open out to new windows if clicked on. The table that they are in is being sticky about its left margin and not giving me enough leeway to space the photographs as I'd like. It's not bad. Servicable, as they say.
It's nice to get the ones I liked best in one place. I've tried to embed the 'poem' in the photograph "info" and Picasa kindly unfolds that in text below the image at the album at Picasa's site, but centred, which is a bit weird.
Anyway, I've been at this since lunchtime (which I forgot to eat, though I did throw some eggs in a pan for dinner), between locating the images, updating info, resizing, saving into a new file, and then trying to figure out the html - yes, I pasted all of them in the table in the html box. Way easier that way. I use "Stickies" on my desktop and find it very handy to paste URLs and codes and stuff, and that's where I worked out the html for the images.
It's a matter of keeping organized, isn't it.
It feels like I'm organizing work mostly over the last 3 or 4 years, but am finding things that go further back than that.
A kind of scrapbook of my path to here, I suppose.
'Night all! Oh, oops, doggie walk first!
xo
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