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... A blast from the past! An old friend who provided us with soundtracks for good and bad times...
Got a bunch of new apps this weekend and this effect was created with a free one: Moremono. It converts your photo to monotone and preserves the red tone to give a strong and dramatic look! How about that?
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This picture was taken and edited with the Iphone for the Iphone365 project and for the Flickr group Our Daily Challenge ODC- Tape .
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Iphone apps used:
Iris Photo Suite
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252/365 (Disclaimer - this is a bit edgy, folks!)
Apps Used:
Camera+
Filter Mania (used 3 filters or maybe 4)
He had left home early that Saturday. I had heard the backdoor close behind him as he went. Moments before he had quietly gone bed to bed nudging each of us, in turn, asking if we wanted to ride into town with him. And we, in turn, had all shrugged him off covering heads with the sheets or grunting our no's to his queries so as not to fully wake from the one day we could sleep in. He took his Brownie instead.
He had wanted to get a new TV for us. A color one! Decades before cable we could boast two channels. Town was thirty minutes away and there was one store that had a variety of choices. He thought if he had to order one then he'd take a picture of the floor model so we could see the one he picked out.
His mood had changed drastically by the time he came home just before lunch. He gave mom a small bouquet of flowers and brought each of us yo-yo's, all of which was very unusual for he was one that pinched pennies, not one to spend on frivolous things. He stopped to give us each a hug too, whispering, "love you, darling" close to our ears. And then he did the most unusual thing of all. I saw him put the Brownie on the kitchen counter. That was unheard of! Any of us could have picked it up and taunted him with trying to snap a picture before he could stop us. That would have resulted in his being "greatly disappointed" in us and we would have had to endure a stern lecture. That camera always occupied the third shelf from the bottom in the kitchen book case. And we never touched it. There it lay. On the counter. Any of us could have grabbed it and snapped off some silly shots. But none of us did.
We just all stood there, in the kitchen. We had begun to make our sandwiches for lunch when he had walked in. He looked as if the dog had died or something. None of us knew what had happened to him but we just knew something had. Mom followed him into the bedroom. And she closed the door.
It was all so surreal. The Brownie sitting there and none of us even tempted to play with it. I didn't even know how to use a yo-yo. I was the youngest of the four and about to start first grade when school started again. John, the oldest of us, took me aside and began to show me how to hold it and wind it and the other two chimed in trying to show off with the tricks they knew.
In the days to come I remembered hearing bits and pieces about two children who weren't coming back to school when we started later that August. I didn't know them. My sister did though and the kids were siblings who always played on the playground, which was not far from their home. I remember hearing my parents talk about the "crazy man" who had been arrested.
The new TV was delivered. Dad had gotten the roll of film developed. The pictures he never showed us but he placed them next to the Brownie on the third shelf from the bottom in the kitchen book case. The funerals had come and gone. And it all became faded and distant memories until the four of us gathered to go through everything at the house after Dad's death. Mom had died years before and Dad had pared down not long after she was gone. Now we were planning to sell his home but had to clear it out first.
We didn't find the Brownie but we did find papers that must have come with that TV and a flattened and tattered envelope from the drug store with the pictures in it. Of course we had no idea initially what we were looking at. They all seemed blank except this one. It all began to come back to us, decades later, each of us recalling bits and pieces of that day. He'd gone to buy a TV and all that was on either channel was the story of the murder. He had promised to bring us back a picture of the one he bought but it must have been too much for him. Those children were kids of friends of his. It could have happened to any of us. It could have been his own. As we passed this photo around to each take a look John asked, "Does anyone still have your yo-yo?"