Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “frame.”
This is my effort for Linda’s prompt
Photo, window, glasses, scapegoat, all have FRAME in common.
Taking pictures was very much hit and miss, mainly miss when I was a lot younger, chopping people’s heads off or only getting pocket shots, literally, was the norm. Then someone came up with this lovely idea of having a little box in your viewing window that you centralised on your subject. Voila, perfect (but maybe a bit fuzzy if they moved) shots.
I don’t have that on my phone, and when it’s bright, I can’t see the screen to read the menu, let alone aim to take a picture, so as they say, history repeats itself.
I’ve worn glasses since junior school. The ones I had looked like Dame Edna’s rejects as they didn’t have the diamantes, and I confess I didn’t like to wear them. It’s a different story now of course because I can chose the frames I like rather than what could be afforded at the time (more choice in my adult budget). I prefer them to the thought of contacts as I don’t like the idea of things floating in my eyes by choice. Besides, I can hide behind my ‘windows’ (neat tie in don’t you think?).
As for a scapegoat, I wasn’t exactly framed for something I didn’t do, but given as an alibi by a so called friend to her husband when she was playing the field. Ah. Came unstuck when unwittingly we invited him round for a meal. You can read about that here actually. Am I allowed to do that? Link in to a previous post I mean?
Now my Dad was a keen fruit grower, mainly for his wines, and so made up several frames in his garden for melons and cucumbers. Hubby made up a raised bed for our onions this year. We’ve just harvested them, and sadly our crop isn’t a patch on last year (below).
Nicely framed over the gate eh?