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I remember standing in the kitchen one morning, wondering if saying no was the right thing to do. Looking to the universe….. “God? Is there a god? Sorry I don’t really believe in you but, fuck man, I really could do with a sign right now”. I put away my pleads and went on with my day.
Did you know that Instagram recently introduced automatic alternative text? Yeah, me either. With more than 285 million people in the world with visual impairments, this is a game changer. This is needed and… It only seems fair.
So what is alternative text? It’s where the feature uses object recognition to generate a description of a photograph, so that the screen reader tells a visually impaired person the items in a photo. Pretty cool huh?
Eventually we made our way inside where the walls, floor, cupboards, ceilings, cornices, curtains, furniture, appliances….. and every single other nook had character. Just like it’s owners.
The kids did their thing and showed me the rooms and hung out, Dad sat at the table with a cuppa and Marrissa cruised around like the queen she is.
Going back around 10 years ago now… I was living in a share house on the street where the Byron Bay markets where held once a month. It was a big old white Queenslander split in two with way too many people occupying one property. We got a new housemate and she beamed from the […]