Friday, May 10, 2013

The one with the Wall of Frame

In each apartment I've had the past 7 years, I've had a wall in my home with a collage of frames. No frame was the same, and each contained pictures of dear friends. In my first apartment I think I'd had maybe 5 frames, but had 13 in my last apartment. In the picture here taken after the fire, you can see the outline where the frames had been hanging. One of my favorite things about this wall was the fact it was always a conversation starter. People would immediately go to the wall and look at each of the pictures, usually prompting questions about each of the people or places the pictures contained.

The hard part about 'recreating' that wall in this new apartment is the fact that each of the frames were different. It's not like I could just go buy 15 new random unique frames all at once. So. I've begun a new search. I'm buying frames to fit 4x4 pictures.

I bought my first three frames this last week while in Florida (fitting, I guess) and have the pictures ready to put together. I've been recently getting a lot of my Instagrams printed and decided this would be a great way to recreate the wall. So. For any of my old roommates who know exactly what I'm talking about or friends who've seen the "Wall of Frame"- know I'm working to put it back together! Here are just a few of the new frames to begin the project!

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The one that is raw

If you follow me on facebook, twitter, or instagram, you know I take a lot of pictures. And post them. For anyone and everyone to see. But today I want to share a picture with you that means a little something different.

A company called Social Print Studio has made it possible to take all instagrams photos and print them on quality photo paper. I had several posters made using this company and decided to have some 4x4 prints made.

One of the photos I selected to have printed was of just myself. Which is kind of weird. Maybe. Well, no. It IS weird. It's a selfie. Taken myself. In my car.

When I was flipping through the prints I'd purchased, I came across this particular photo of and stopped.

It's an interesting photo. I have no makeup on. My hair is not fixed. I'm wearing a sweatshirt. These are usually not descriptions that most girls would say they find great about a photo they find themselves in. But when I came across the photo after having it printed, there was something about it... Something I couldn't put my finger on....Something so raw.

Raw. Yes. Raw.

You see, the picture was taken in my car on January 11, 2013. It was 6:30am. I'd just gotten in my car and was headed north. It was my first time in 46 days that I'd had to myself since the fire. I knew a new beginning was taking place. Something fresh. Something big. I was leaving Florida and the ashes and heading to DC.

When I see this photo I see pain. I see loss. I see exhaustion. But I also see excitement. I see a steady resolve. I see strength. I see hope.

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