The other day, someone told me that
this photo of our Old rooster is frame-able.
I've found myself thinking about that statement alot. The "How we "see" things," of it.
What do we each perceive to be worthy of framing?
What do "I" perceive worthy of framing?
People, places, things.. animals.....colors...
beauty....
.......perfection?
Beautiful Imperfection?
No doubt some of all those things...
But after thinking about it... I bought a brand new frame:
This is what I framed.
This beautiful work of art.
I see the moment of the memory the very most when I see it.
I recall her sitting on my lap...
The smell of something coconut on her neck.
I remember those chubby fists wanting to hold every crayon out of the box
all at the same time.
I remember her dropping them one or two on the floor and
how I tried to hold her steady on my lap while I reached down
trying to reach those capsized crayons.
I remember how she scribbled on the table a little
missing the paper- and how I didn't wash it off..
and don't ever want to.
I remember drawing the heart myself while
encouraging her to "help." Grammy color.
I remember it all.
It's all frameable.
Every tiny little scribbled bit.
