It depends upon how you frame it . . .

That is the edge of a picture frame up there. I am quite fond of edges, that point where one thing simply becomes another. Sometimes the edge itself is another thing, but an edge is more often a kind of transition. Transition implies motion and motion is an indicator of life and life, an abundant life at that, is the gift we have.

I say we in this case to mean everyone else and me. We have the gift, you see, but how many of us will open it, have opened it, are very slowly unwrapping it moment by moment, day by day in the dawn and twilight? We are, I know, and I say we in this case to mean a very few in a narrow-gate kind of way.

Let’s return, you and I, to the frame up there. Here is another view:


I like the burnished look, the very faint crack showing at the joint, the rounded swirls and the wrinkles. They are wrinkles in time, swirls perhaps, spirals even that may reveal the Golden Number, Divine Proportion, Golden Proportion, or Fibonacci Sequence if they are examined closely. And what of the joint, barely revealed to us by a crack that is the result of time, in this case since A.D. 1931? It is itself the joining of two edges.

I look with charity upon the idea of all of it, especially the joining of the two edges forming another thing in Divine Proportion. It depends upon how you frame it . . .

Photographs “Perfectly Framed #1, #2” (Paris [TX] Public Library) © 2018 Timothy Waugh