not-so-frameless

it's too late to do much about this idea, but I think it would've been cool to have kept a scrapbook of sorts, just full of photos from every room I've ever slept in.

I guess it wouldn't make a ton of sense, but projects like that rarely do.

since it would not be practical to go back and re-stage all my old bedrooms for photo-taking, the most I can do is sift through any photos I may happen to have already and put them somewhere with dates and notes and whatever else I feel like including. example: above is the room I slept in for the last half of 2006, in a middle-of-nowhere house in a town with a population of 271 people. yes, that is a poster of Jack Sparrow. familiar essentials are strewn on the bed: books, water bottle, pens and pencils.


really when I think about this potential collection of photographs, I think about the windows of these rooms, each one nothing more than a bit of glass between my inner life and the rest of the world. they frame that outside world in a such a solid, comfortable way. that's why they've all stuck in my memory, I guess. you get used to the way things look through those windows. that tree and those sand volleyball courts-- or that narrow back garden and the corrugated tin roof of the shed-- or the wide, shady sidewalks and carefully planted flowerbeds with pink and purple pansies.

but not all of them stick quite so well. not all of them were rooms that I stayed in very long. that's why it would be nice to have pictures.

I guess I should be grateful I have the few random pictures I have. these bay windows with the orangey curtains look out on a faraway March. there was a couch underneath. a handful of awesome people let me sleep on it for a couple of nights. they also taught me a bit about how to play cricket. sort of.

I don't know why I took these pictures at all. I didn't have this project in mind then, I don't think. maybe I just liked the light. the hedge. something.

even if it's too late to photographically catalogue the windows of all the rooms I've ever slept in up til now, I guess it's not too late to start such a project. and if all the miscellaneous projects I assign myself from time to time didn't tend to fade away into nothing (example: shakespeare project--though I may revive it for the summer, if I can), I might be more inclined to try it.