My mother has a rather grisly habit of buying picture frames and then hanging them...without pictures. The frames are always lovely; it's the lack of photographs that I find spooky. My love of ornate frames...in sepias and burnished gold...that comes from a little Momma-envy. I, however, FILL my frames.
I purchased the above frames, and filled them with
images I captured from our honeymoon in Charleston, SC. Last September, I showed the completed frame [set] to Mom, and she liked it so much that she went and bought two of them for her own home. I was tickled...imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery. I first discovered them hanging pristinely upon the walls on my visit home last December...utterly unsullied by the act of displaying photographs. They were naive and fresh...and as empty as a pie plate after I've finished with it.
I feel it my mission to fill their void! I began my attack on
this beauty. This is the image from the online catalog...my mother's frame had never known such a display. It had only known the vacant stare of its cardboard backing...until ME.
Last Friday, I shot images of the farm, Mom's collectibles, and the like. I shot them with the sepia setting, as her tastes run along the old fashioned, such as mine (or mine do, such as hers...if we want to be accurate) and aged them to look a little scruffy with blurriness and scratches in places for authenticity .
The frame looks somewhat nice, with pictures filling the gaps. Mom thinks she could grow used to frames displaying pictures. I'm gonna make her worldly yet.