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?
All types of frames!
YOu have used the prompt word well, Di.
Your comments about eyeglass frames takes me back and into the present. I’ve been wearing glasses since first grade, when I couldn’t read the blackboard from anywhere other than the first row of desks. You are right, back then the frame choices were limited, but I managed to always end up with something I could live with. Today, I love the shapes and colors and the multitude of choices and wearing glasses isn’t such a bad thing.
I love my windows, and feel ‘undressed’ without them.
I have the same sort of aversion to contacts. That plus the idea of touching my eyeball gives me the willies.
I don’t like eyes and looking to see or getting something out of Hubby’s is ‘unpleasant’ but necessary.