How to Take and Edit Powerful iPhone Photos

12 Tips on Shooting Powerful Photos With Your iPhone, including what apps to use and how to use them

So you might have noticed that I’ve been on a bit of a photography bender lately.

Mostly sunsets,

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with a few kids thrown in.

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All of my recent photos have been taken with my iPhone, and not my big, fancy DSLR with a bigger, even fancier lens. In fact, I didn’t even get it out during our last two trips.

I have been doing all of my photography and editing with these apps:

iPhone Photograph Apps

Camera+: photography and editing
ProHDR: photography and editing
Instagram: editing and sharing (I’m @ObjectivityRach if you want to follow me)
Big Lens: editing (specifically adding Bokeh)
Pic Stitch: square collages for instagram
Pic Collage: full size collages
Photo Eraser: Noise cleanup
iMovie: video editing and stitching

Please note that the native iPhone camera is NOT included in my collection – I try to never use it. Which brings me to my first tip:

1. I shoot all of my “regular” photos in Camera+ because of the higher photo quality and the ability to control Focus and Exposure, something you cannot do in the native camera app.

This trick is not intuitive – I didn’t know it until Jamie showed me (photogeek friends are the best.) When you touch your main focal point,

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Click on the plus in the top right corner. It then gives you separate controls for focus and exposure, which allows you to have much better lighting without compromising the focus.

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2. I use ProHDR when taking landscape stills – all of my sunset photos have been the product of ProHDR. HDR is an option that is in the native camera app, but the ProHDR app is much more intricate and gives you control over the brightness, contrast, saturation, warmth, and tint after shooting.

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In case you wondered, HDR stands for “High Dynamic Range”, and is a beautiful facet of digital photography where your camera or phone takes two or more photos of the same scene at high and low light, then stitches them together to simultaneously prevent overexposure and underexposure. The benefit is a much more realistic, deeper image.

Here are two photos shot at the same time to show the difference:

Why You Should Use HDR

3. The scenes and effects in Camera+ are fantastic when used in moderation

unlike Instagram or ProHDR filters, which are all or nothing, you can control the amount of effect that you want in Camera+ (but not the scene, so you have to be a bit more selective with your choices there.)

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There are also 36 effects available, offering a wide range of choices for your photo.

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When it comes to the scenes, you’ll find that some work well in some settings but not in others. For instance, on landscapes, I often use the “Clarity” scene because it adds such crispness, but I never use it on people, because it just looks freaky.

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4. I have learned to watch for great lighting – This applies mainly to photos of my kids. When I look into their eyes, I can tell whether the lighting is going to be good or not based on how “cloudy” their eyes look. I have also learned to get Ali to turn in a circle as I follow her around to find the best lighting.

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Noah is not nearly as cooperative (he’s actually quite anti-photo right now), so I just have to catch him when I can. Such as when he’s busy eating my jewelry.

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5. I stare at the sky a lot.

Sure, sometimes it’s obviously beautiful,

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But other times I wouldn’t have noticed before my sky-obsession.

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Also, sometimes the sky is more magnificent if it encompasses almost all of the shot.

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6. I take hundreds of pictures to get keepers.

I got photos of many empty seats and blurry Alis to get these three shots.

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But since they were all taken in Camera+, I could delete the ones I didn’t need before saving them onto my main camera roll, preventing further junking up of my iPhone.

7. I try to find a spot where my foreground and background are equally interesting. Both of them having equal lighting is usually due to the help of the aforementioned ProHDR.

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Birmingham Skyline

Although Ali is perfectly happy to strike a still-enough-for-HDR-pose,


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Noah usually just gets a regularly-shot photo, and on a good day, it comes out well.

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For toddlers, being quick is your most powerful photography tool.

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8. I try to shoot above the noise.

This photo was taken in a very crowded parking lot, but I angled the shot upward so you can’t see any of the cars – except for an annoyingly high Jeep-top.

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I can often be seen holding my phone with two hands above my head, John-Cusack’s-boombox-style.

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9. The Big Lens app adds a very controllable Bokeh (blurred) Effect.
I have even been known to import my DSLR photos into my phone because Big Lens gives me more control than Photoshop.

I used it on this DSLR photo to lightly blur everything but Chris, Noah, and their respective cars:

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10. I try not to overdo filters, scenes, and effects, but every now and then, a little drama goes a long way.

We passed a spooky factory on a dreary day, and it begged to be turned into an antique.

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And this photo, of a bird on a wire, looked so much like a painting already that I didn’t feel guilty making it a little more so.

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When photographing water, using highly contrasting filters and effects nicely catches the movement of the moment.

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11. I’ve embraced less-than-ideal clarity.

The weather doesn’t always cooperate with photography. But sometimes that rebellion can be turned into a haunting photo – especially when using ProHDR.

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Birmingham Mist

12. Sometimes, a little magic is called for.

Flying

Noah LOVES this photo. He asks me to see the photo “where I fly”, and will occasionally look in the sky and ask “can I fly up there, Mommy?”

Here’s the raw photo:

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I saw his posture and “jetpack” and imagined what it could be, so while still on the beach, I found the Photo Eraser app. And I made this photo a thousand times better by erasing my husband – something I shouldn’t be allowed to say too often.

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It really was that simple – lasso Chris and hit “Start Processing.” I did two touch-ups, but the whole process took less than five minutes, and Noah was soaring, an experience he didn’t have but will never forget.


What are your favorite tips and apps? Also, please let me know if you have any questions!

In Which I was Rejected By Disney.

It all started with the Orlando Airport.

We had every intention of taking all of your fantastic Disney advice, but Orlando’s airport did us in.

Okay, really it started with the Birmingham airport, but I have fonder feelings toward my own airport than those of other municipalities, so I think I’ll begin the blame at the Orlando airport.

Us, looking optimistic upon arrival at the Birmingham Airport.

Our flight was delayed slightly, thanks to the lovely weather that plagued the south for the Fourth of July weekend. We were supposed to leave Birmingham at 6:05 (Central) Wednesday night and arrive in Orlando at 8:35 (Eastern), giving us a decent window to get a rental car and make it to our hotel in time for the kids to get a good night’s sleep before an exciting day at Disney.

But our flight was delayed.

The bad thing about this was that it gave Noah the opportunity to collect every germ in the Birmingham Airport.

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The good thing was that he was not able to wait long enough to achieve what I know he had been waiting for, the pinnacle of toddler success, something I predicted (albeit with a typo) to a friend earlier that day:

He tried to wait. But alas, thanks to the flight delay, he managed to only succeed in being an airport pooper, and not join the Mile High Poop Club.

We landed in Orlando around 9:15. Which still didn’t feel too bad, and the kids were so excited about flying that there was no malaise to be had.

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But then we walked to baggage claim.

Which appeared to be a refugee camp. Or the Super Dome during Hurricane Katrina.

People strewn everywhere, looking as if they hadn’t eaten in days, groveling on the floor and loudly exclaiming how horrible the Orlando Airport was.

We quickly gathered that the baggage ramp had been closed approximately a half-millennia due to lightning.

(But yet our plane flew. Unsettling.)

At the one carousel to which we were assigned (out of the dozens of carousels in operation), there were NINE flight’s worth of passengers camped out, doing rain dances for their luggage, opening military food rations, and considering which one of the other passengers they planned to skin first when the food ran out.

Also, there was the guy with the unbelievable ear hair. A thick, impenetrable forest of black hair engulfing the entire outer rim of his ear. There is no possible way he could have heard through that ear bush, so the only reasonable assumption was that he had been waiting so long for his luggage (which housed his military-grade razor) that he’d grown dual EarBeards.

Chris quickly realized that he would be fighting with many of these people for rental cars as soon as that carousel started spinning, so he took Noah and left me with Ali and my friend Amanda (who travelled with us) to wait for the bags.

We staked out our spot at Carousel 12 with the rest of Gitmo and watched hopefully. After about thirty minutes, the first bags came around. There was palpable hope in the air, as people visualized what the outside world must look like.

Fifty or so bags made a loop, with very few people claiming them. I hypothesized that their strength was too weak to retrieve them.

And then the carousel came to a halt.

Groans and screams of death filled the air.

Ten minutes later, a voice on the intercom. “We regret to inform you that Carousel 12 is having problems. We are trying to get it restarted. Please bear with us, and if you are standing on the carousel, please get off.”

I began looking around. WHO THE PHLEGM IS STANDING ON THE CAROUSEL??!!

I saw no one standing, but about a half-dozen people sitting. On the Carousel. The very Carousel that offers us freedom. If only they would MOVE THEIR BUTTS.

Intercom. “We can see you standing on the carousels. Please move so we can restart the carousel.”

The sitters didn’t move.

I looked wildly around for the voice so that I could teach them the difference between sitting and standing, because clearly these people were staying on a technicality.

More trudging minutes passed, with people still sitting upon the broken carousel. Please recall that I was trying to keep hold of and entertain a six-year-old amidst the writhing throngs of malcontents.

Intercom. “For those waiting for luggage from flight 34 from Birmingham, please go to Carousel 14.”

We hauled off to an also-stopped Carousel 14, which housed five more flight’s worth of passengers, looking not quite as pallid as Camp 12, but definitely on their way.

A few minutes in, Carousel 14 began moving luggage. People were actually finding their bags! And leaving Airport Hell! We had hope.

Then, 14 stopped.

Our wait once again became interminable. At one point, I sprinted Ali out to Circling-The-Airport-Chris, because she was DONE.

Finally, finally, FINALLY, we got our luggage.

But it was too late. Literally.

By the time we got to our hotel, it was past midnight. And midnight for two small children is no easy feat to overcome.

So we decided to let them sleep in, and we would Disney as casually as possible the next day. And hey! If we went late enough, maybe we could stay late for fireworks.

So the next morning, we all got going quicker than I expected. We knew the park opened at 10, it was inexplicably a “green” crowd day (considering it was the 4th of July), all of the park apps showed light crowds and short waits, so we headed to Disney at 10:45, after letting the kids have a clueless, groggy breakfast.

We had never told Ali we were even in the city that housed Disney World. She’s never been, she’s wanted to go, so we knew she’d be excited.

Even as we were driving, I wasn’t sure at what point to tell her. But as we approached the huge “Walt Disney World” arch, I knew it’d have to be then. After all, she can read.

So I did what all parents do and recorded the moment.

…Forgetting that she doesn’t like being made a spectacle of when she’s excited.

We arrived at the parking lot of the Magic Kingdom and exclaimed to each other how beautifully short the lines were. It was going to be a good day.

Until we pulled up to pay for parking and the lady told us the truth.

“The park is maxed out for the day. We’re sorry.”

And we were speechless, as BIG FAT FAILURE PARENT was stamped on our foreheads.

Yes, you all had told us to be there when the park opened. But midnight…and young children…and we thought we would be safe being 45 minutes late.

And so we had to explain to our daughter, one and a half minutes after telling her that we were going to Disney, that we weren’t, after all, allowed to go to the Happiest Place on Earth.

But never fear! We have a backup plan!

…after an hour of driving.

Again, I asked her to read the sign.

(Without recording it this time.)

“….Uhhh….Ruby Tuesday?”

“No! The other sign!!”

“Oh. Legoland!!!!!”

And so we spent the rest of the day at Legoland, about which I will write in another post.

BUT.

This post is about Disney. So let me bypass that for a minute and continue.

According to all of the crowd calendars, it was only going to get severely worse as the weekend progressed. So that had been, as outside-the-compound tourists, our one decent shot at getting into the Magic Kingdom. But fortunately for us, Ali had no concept of what she was missing, so we decided to go to Downtown Disney and soak up some edge-of-the-park magic.

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And we were right. We ate at Rainforest Café and visited the gift shops, buying out of our guilt. She loved it, she thanked us for not making her walk even more, and she declared it to be “THE BEST DAY EVER!!!”

But at Downtown Disney, they have a fantastic balloon ride. It’s a helium balloon that lifts 29 people, which tells me that the movie Up is not as improbable as we all thought.

I so desperately wanted to ride it.

I love heights and I love good views.

So the next day, after giving Ali the option of attempting Disney again or going to the hotel pool, she very hurriedly chose the pool (where we realized that both we and our kids were much more relaxed and happier than walking around a theme park), then we planned our afternoon around going back to Downtown Disney and taking a balloon ride. There was no direct phone number on the website, but the balloon had been going up and down all day, so we assumed we could just show up and ride.

We arrived, found a parking place, got the whole family through the massive crush of people, only to read the sign.

“Temporarily closed due to thunderstorms in the area. Please try again later.”

I mourned my loss and we moved on, hopping onto the Monorail to give Noah the bliss of a train ride around the park that we couldn’t manage to gain entrance into.

Both kids were thrilled to see Epcot,

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And to see Cinderella’s Castle from afar, in the air conditioning. With no walking or sweating required.


The next morning, as I let the kids play in the hotel, I watched the balloon go up, down, up, down, taking happy tourists in the air of Orlando. So once again, I drove to Downtown Disney, this time only with Noah and Amanda, as Ali had decided that she had no interest in flying.

As we pulled into the parking lot, the ride was coming down. It seemed hopeful – maybe we could get on the next ride up!

But it was also…very sideways.

We ran through D.D. once more, arriving as the balloon touched down Oz-Style.

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But then they started roping the Balloon down. And the screen scrolled a message.

“This ride is currently closed due to high winds. Check back again later.”

We had missed it by that much.

Again, denied by Disney.

Three times rejected.

Left to lick my theme park wounds.

Left to acknowledge the fact that Disney is made for those who stay on-site, not for us steerage citizens, sinking on the Titanic of Theme Park Wannabes.

But my good husband was insistent – it had perhaps become a personal vendetta on my behalf. So the morning on which we were leaving, he encouraged me to rush to Downtown Disney.

And so Amanda, Noah and I headed off for one last attempt at Disney Glory.

We watched the balloon all the way over there. It was in the sky, seemingly happy.

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We parked, we ran, and we achieved payment.

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Early Bird Pricing even!!!!

The balloon landed to allow us entrance. We didn’t waste any time.

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We hopped in and the ride took off, very wobbly and jerky.

We got up to 400 feet.

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And it was beautiful.

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Noah waffled between asking to jump in the lake, asking to get back on the ground, and enjoying the view.

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I fumbled to take pictures through the rope while holding a two-year-old and not dropping my phone.

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Chris texted me a picture of Ali watching safely from the hotel balcony.

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After about ten minutes in the air, we came back down, feeling exulted and victorious.

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Disney had tried to deny us at every opportunity, but Disney had failed.

We ended our trip sticking it to the mouse.

Pinterexia Nervosa: A Diagnostic Guide.

Pinterexia Nervosa, A Diagnostic Guide


Pinterexia Nervosa
is a body/home image disorder in which people have an intense anxiety over ensuring that their life is completely pinnable at any moment. This disease is most often diagnosed in women and most prevalent post-childbirth, as the quantity of contractible symptoms grow when children are involved.

What are the Symptoms of Pinterexia Nervosa?

  • An inability to pass a home improvement store without peeking around back to forage for used pallets to knock one more item off of that “50+ Wooden Pallet Projects” to-do list.
  • Rainbow-Color-Order Ombre hair. Especially when matched with an ombre dress, shoes, or purse.
  • Having different yet detailed scenes or patterns painted on each fingernail, and changing out said scenes more than two times per week.
    (Toenail or fingernail monograms are a sign of Advanced Pinterexia. Seek medical help immediately.)
  • Housing more than five burlap and/or chevron projects per room.
  • The inability to eat a meal, a sweet, or a saltine cracker without taking a picture of it, then adding three filters in at least two different apps.
    (Note: This may also be a sign of Instagrammia – talk to your doctor to understand the differences.)
  • A canvas-mounted photograph larger than two feet wide of your four children all wearing white linen and lying on top of each other in a “sleeping” heap.
  • More than five different homemade concoctions for washing your hair, your laundry, your colon, or your Shih Tzu.
  • Getting a tattoo just so that you can photograph and pin it.
    (Note: Stage Two Pinterexia can create the need to photograph and pin said tattoo before the redness and swelling subside. Stage Three Pinterexia may compel you to photograph and pin your tattoo before even wiping the the blood away. Although rare, Stage Three Pinterexia is documented, but the images are too violent to share even in a medical setting.)
  • Spending over $5,000 on your child’s first birthday party, and/or spending over 72 (wo)man-hours making Pinterest-Ready party favors, cakes, petit fours, kiddie cocktails, and bunting.
  • Narrating your morning makeup routine as if you were making a how-to video. Daily.
  • Divorcing and marrying the same man again just so that you can create a Post-Pinterest-Age wedding.
    (The early stages of Pinterexia can be detected in the creation of a “If I Were to Get Married Again” Pinterest Board.)
  • Addressing your utility bill payments in silver-inked horizontal calligraphy.
  • Pinning this post without even reading it.

What causes Pinterexia Nervosa?

  • Clearly, the main cause of Pinterexia is prolonged exposure to Pinterest itself. But, like many carcinogens, it is still legal in most states. Petitions are being sent daily to the Surgeon General requesting he review the hazards.
  • Pinterest apps, especially when placed on the first page of one’s phone, can greatly enhance the risk of Pinterexia.
  • Other people in your family or timeline having a Pinterest Disorder, such as Pinaholism or PCD (Pinterest-Compulsive Disorder.)
  • Having a job that requires the gathering of ideas from Pinterest. Contraction of Pinterexia in these cases is nearly 100%. If this sounds like your occupation, make sure that your employee has comprehensive worker’s compensation with a psychiatric umbrella clause.

How is Pinterexia Nervosa Diagnosed?

If your doctor thinks that you may have a Pinterest Disorder, he or she may compare your outfit, hairstyle, house décor, and closet organization to that of a normal person of your age and Natural DIY Tendency. Your doctor may also investigate your children to ensure that no more than 30% of their wardrobe is upcycled from your old clothing and no less than 60% of the items in their bedroom are actually toys and not untouchable art pieces. They may also quiz them to make sure they are aware that fruit does not have to be eaten only in rainbow-order kabob form, that clothing doesn’t grow on trees already monogrammed and smocked, and that crayons are for coloring, not melting.

How is Pinterexia Nervosa Treated?

All people suffering from Pinterexia need treatment. Even if you, your friend, or (heaven forbid) your husband have only a couple of the signs of a Pinterest Disorder, seek professional help immdiately. Early treatment offers the best chance of overcoming Pinterexia.

Treatment will most likely include a deleting of the Pinterest app on all of your devices and contacting your ISP provider to block any attempts at visiting Pinterest’s website. For advanced stages of the disease, blocking of Facebook and Twitter may also be necessary, as certain enabling people tend to double-post their pins to these social networks. In extreme cases, your house may also have to be treated, de-organized, and sanitized from all Pinnable Projects.

One experimental therapy (only available in Mexico) is Normal Life Reentry Therapy (NLRT), where you are forced to wear only solid beiges, blacks and whites, only served ugly foods (goulash and curry are generally recommended with Monkey Bread for dessert), are required to have your kid’s birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese, and are not allowed to be anywhere near mod podge, stencils, balloons, edible paints, scrapbook paper, or the letters D, I, and Y.

What is the prognosis for Pinterexia?

Long-Term recovery from the disease is rare, and when achieved, is typically promptly followed by a relapse when the patient feels the need to pin an infographic on the steps they took to overcome their Pinterexia.

Remember: early detection is crucial. Know the signs. Perform self-checks regularly. And talk to your doctor about any symptoms or concerns.