Photos of France. I love photos. The stairway in my house is floor to ceiling photos. All in simple white mounts in thin black frames.
Photos of places I've been over many a year. From the Greek islands to Portugal, Spain to Mallorca. They are what I call my postcard shots. Quirky images of odd bits of buildings, cats in the sun, wine bottles and fishing boats. Anything that catches my eye.
There are no pictures of France up there. Strange that.
I see these pictures every day as I go up and down the stairs. They are the backdrop to my life, they are memories, they are the past. A quick glance can fire me off to a land of sunshine, or simply jog a distant thought. Oftentimes I don't even notice them, but they are there.
I have never even printed out any of my photos from France. I have two years worth loaded in this magic black box of a computer. I think part of me found it all too sad to put on the wall. It was almost as if it was boxed up in a special part of my mind and my heart and I didn't want to see it 'out there' every day. Would putting it on the wall religate it to the past and a mere 'postcard' image?
I think having got through last year I can now open that photo box, maybe rifle through those images a bit, make some notes, search the attic and see if there are any more frames there. Start picking up the odd frame when I'm out and about and planning what picture would look just perfect inside it.
Yes it is time to 'put the pictures on the wall', I'm not afraid now that they will become just pictures in time. I want them around me.
I shall start my search, print out some mini pix to get ideas of what goes together and have a bit of creative fun.
Where are your photos?