The workbench can put any value you like behind a subject in about four seconds. Almost nothing that goes wrong afterwards is a question the workbench can answer. A portal refuses an upload and gives no reason. A finished photograph looks subtly assembled and nobody can say which part of it is lying. An outline that was perfect on a phone screen turns into a cardboard cut-out when the file opens at full size. Those are questions about photographs and about the bodies that ask for them, and they are what is written down here.
Each page was written from the complaint that brings people to it rather than from a feature list, so each one ends where the honest answer ends. Where the arithmetic cannot do something, it says so and tells you what to do instead; where a rule is a rule because an office wrote it down, the office and the wording are named.