E. C. Bigribs
mastodon 4.5.18Tester of software.
Servant to cats.
Rider of motorcycles.
Adequate spouse.
Recovering malcontent.
Occasional assembler of words and images.
Sometimes deliberately obtuse for comedic effect, other times accidentally obtuse for bathetic effect; rarely but not never both at the same time.
Possibly five raccoons in an Aerostich suit.
Sancho Panza to a thirteen-year-old Doña Quixote.
Still bad at boosting.
The council has convened.
Earlier today I made a remark somewhere around here about how the teenager rarely wants to do errands on the #motorcycle. Then the planets aligned—which is to say she had some homework she wanted to postpone—and we went to the store.
So Getty Images has a few photos of my grandmother as a young woman. They were fashion photos published in Vogue in 1927-28; we've come down a bit in the world since then.
You would think that, for an exorbitant fee, I'd be able to order a print or two, n'est-ce pas? Non!
I could license them temporarily for a specific approved purpose (i.e. not hanging on a wall in my house), or—and this is the kick in the groin—I can pay to have Getty's AI make a picture based on the existing photos, which I would then own.
Is it worth noting that works from 1927-28 are in the public domain? I don't know, is it worth elevating my blood pressure right before bedtime?