Empty Picture Frames

So, I've been contemplating picture frames.

I love pictures and documenting the things I do, the places I go and the people I share it all with. I have a wall in my room dedicated to picture frames. And I've been looking at some of them and thinking about updating the pictures. There are people in some of the photos that I haven't talked to in years, that aren't important to me anymore.

But they were.

At some point, they meant a lot to me, or that moment did. And it feels a little like a betrayal to change those photos, to replace them with something newer.

There's a quote I love from a television show called “Witchblade” that was said as two of the characters looked at a photo of someone who had died and talked about mourning and remembering.

“I used to think that time was linear, like a string...Well, maybe time isn't that way.   Maybe time is more like photos in an album, you know? Maybe each moment lasts forever and it is only our perception that streams them together. And if that's the case, then you can turn the page and be with your friend at any moment, anytime you want.”

I am somehow comforted by that idea, that even though we aren't close anymore or I haven't even talked to some of those people for years or they have passed away – the photo, that moment is eternal in someway.

It might be rubbish. But I'm still struggling.

Maybe I'll just buy more picture frames.