live life alive...

I did some modifications to a picture frame today. Previously painted black, I used sandpaper to rub away most, but not all, of the layers of black paint. Now finished, the frame has a very nice aged and rustic vibe to it that I’m quite happy with.

That said, a frame is just a frame without something to frame, unless you plan on framing the frame….right? Right.

So, I started thinking about what I want to put in the frame. Being a photographer who takes photos he enjoys, I thought about framing something of my own. But, which photo? Doesn’t the photo need to match the frame? What if it doesn’t? Does it then not work inside the space I plan on hanging it in?

Now, I’m thinking about the purpose of the frame itself, which leads me to the point of this linguistic rambling. The frame exists so that the photo can stand by itself. The frame goes with the space, and the photo goes with itself. It doesn’t have to work with anything else.

DONE.

*This post was fairly pointless, but I haven’t posted anything on here in months so I thought, “Why the F not?” (….and I had no answer)