I finished a painting, and framed various photos today.
I take an abundant amount of photographs, I do. I however, do not develop them like I used to. Today I made an attempt to change that.
While I was away in the big city I even bought picture frames for the occasion. Now, my walls are lined with beautifully matted frames capturing my life and those in it. It may seem odd that I go to the trouble of printing and framing when I know I am leaving these four walls at the end of the month.
Yet, it is for this reason I felt the need to frame these still images I typically carry in my mind. Somehow, putting them behind glass is my attempt at making sure I don’t forget, but also to remind me that there are parts of the mess I am in right now that are good.
I only wish I had more photographs of my grandmother and I. There are a few, at most. I miss her terribly. Sundays are always the worst, as that’s when we’d typically talk. My parents just returned home from California. Life goes on. The shutter keeps watch.
I guess now our stories will serve for the photographs we didn’t get to take.