Picture Frames
If a picture could say a thousand words, well, then last night I probably read two hundred thousand words.
Our bare walls are dying to have some works of art. Between art that even I can understand and not having to stand upside down to read, I enjoy having art that means something to me. I have some art. Some stuff I bought @ Landmark-Chennai, and some others, gifts that people gave me for my wedding or birthday or... well just anything and nothing.
But the pictures are my favourite. Simple photographic evidences of memory. Every image standing as a testimony to who/what made me smile, grin, laugh, sulk and cry even.
Sometimes it was the Teacup ride in Florida, or the Carousel during Christmas or a confession that there was probably a rip in the photographer's boxers, or when I was caught unawares while crossing the very busy downtown roads, or when I refused to smile while at the top of the London Eye. Then there is the "just pose for a bit and continue Kayaking" one, this between the humongous calving glacier and, God knows, Beluga whales below us.
Apparently the boy and I have a signature pose. My brother in law and his wife call it the "RD pose". You know the one... where the two of you stand at an angle, like a 'V', in the hopes of appearing thinner :)
I love the pictures of when I was little. When I used to smile at the birdie without worrying about how my hair looked or if my right eye seemed bigger than my left. I love my dog's pictures. I love pictures from college and those in front of Champa. I love pictures of my work in the kitchen.
We are now working on a Wall Photo project. The many photos on a real wall kinds. And having looked back at the years gone by, we just don't know what qualifies to go on the wall.
Do some moments in life really mean more than most others? I mean, if we bothered to take a picture, doesn't it mean the moment was important at the time?
Our bare walls are dying to have some works of art. Between art that even I can understand and not having to stand upside down to read, I enjoy having art that means something to me. I have some art. Some stuff I bought @ Landmark-Chennai, and some others, gifts that people gave me for my wedding or birthday or... well just anything and nothing.
But the pictures are my favourite. Simple photographic evidences of memory. Every image standing as a testimony to who/what made me smile, grin, laugh, sulk and cry even.
Sometimes it was the Teacup ride in Florida, or the Carousel during Christmas or a confession that there was probably a rip in the photographer's boxers, or when I was caught unawares while crossing the very busy downtown roads, or when I refused to smile while at the top of the London Eye. Then there is the "just pose for a bit and continue Kayaking" one, this between the humongous calving glacier and, God knows, Beluga whales below us.
Apparently the boy and I have a signature pose. My brother in law and his wife call it the "RD pose". You know the one... where the two of you stand at an angle, like a 'V', in the hopes of appearing thinner :)
I love the pictures of when I was little. When I used to smile at the birdie without worrying about how my hair looked or if my right eye seemed bigger than my left. I love my dog's pictures. I love pictures from college and those in front of Champa. I love pictures of my work in the kitchen.
We are now working on a Wall Photo project. The many photos on a real wall kinds. And having looked back at the years gone by, we just don't know what qualifies to go on the wall.
Do some moments in life really mean more than most others? I mean, if we bothered to take a picture, doesn't it mean the moment was important at the time?
posted by DSK at 5:41 PM
3 Comments:
Very nice post, mpt! I didn't know the RD pose word until now.
What you're saying is true: One picture may not be better than the other. That is why you're chosen to pick the photos for the wall project :).
You should do it! I've had 'the wall' in one of my old apartments. Have started on one in our current one. It's good fun, makes me smile a lot and brings back some much needed warm memories when I miss home...
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