Hi,
One of my hobbies is digital scrapbooking and I love to use Xara for this. I thought I'd share with you a layout I completed today, showing my brother when he was little. The poem was written by my mother.
Carol Leather
Hi,
One of my hobbies is digital scrapbooking and I love to use Xara for this. I thought I'd share with you a layout I completed today, showing my brother when he was little. The poem was written by my mother.
Carol Leather
Carol Leather
Hi,
One of my hobbies is digital scrapbooking and I love to use Xara for this. I thought I'd share with you a layout I completed today, showing my brother when he was little. The poem was written by my mother.
Carol Leather
Carol Leather
hi Carol,
the page layout looks great. But I could not read the poem. I thinks it's a bit too small. http://www.talkgraphics.com/images/smilies/biggrin.gif http://www.talkgraphics.com/images/smilies/wink.gif
John/DOT
Hi Carol,
I like the layout. The shadows behind the BOY letters are a bit distracting. Have you tried making them look more like the shadows of the small tools?
Soquili
a.k.a. Bill Taylor
Bill is no longer with us. He died on 10 Dec 2012. We remember him always.
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Carol - I really like the 'digital scrapbook' idea and your example is inspiring.
I'd bet if someone created a website about the subject they could sell lots of copies of XaraX & Xara3d via the Xara Referal Program. (Hmmm... I must think about that some more).
Regards, Ross
I think it's a wonderful way to use Xara X1 Carol!
Beautifully laid out!! http://www.talkgraphics.com/images/smilies/smile.gif
Richard
---Wolff On The Prowl---
Hi,
Thanks for the encouraging posts. Sorry the poem was unreadable. For anyone interested I have copied it below.
Our Boy
We had to nail the window up
Because he would climb on the sill
When he woke up in the early hours
While the morn was dark and chill.
To stop his exploratory dives
We capped the water-butt
When we found him with his head submerged
And his little feet turned up.
His pockets were receptacles
For almost anything.
Dear bumble-bees and butterflies,
Odd bits of wood and string.
We had to search their murky depths
Before we washed his jeans,
To remove such dubious treasures
As earthworms, snails and beans.
He had to know the ins and outs
The whats, the wheres, the whys.
What made the hands on the clock go round
How clouds stayed in the skies.
He questioned each and everything
Dismantled every toy.
With his flaxen hair and clear, blue eyes
He was just our little boy.
Thanks,
Carol Leather
Sigh........... that's so wonderful. That's ME too but without the blue eyes (Hazel). I was a toe head when I was that age (now I have chestnut brown hair with glorious strands of silver here and there). I think this poem describes so many boys (and girls) back in the day when times were a bit gentler and parents actually took the time to spend time with their fledglings, unlike todays world where so many parents have to both work and don't have the time or energy to pay them much mind. A shame. Bless your mother for this poem! http://www.talkgraphics.com/images/smilies/smile.gif
Richard
---Wolff On The Prowl---
Looks Great Carol ... I'm going to have to send this link to my daughter who does some scrapbooking of her own.
I agree with Bill on the shadow behind "BOY".
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