If Walls Could Talk
By
B.D. Adams
The day after Thanksgiving was just this last Friday. Did I go join the hoards that needed to satisfy their spending-fix of the Christmas Shopping feeding frenzy? No … not I.
Instead, I sat peacefully in my living room, in front of my wood burning stove with a warm blaze inside it, while I sipped a delightful cup of tea. Outside, Mother Nature had decided to start the seasonal dress of Lake Winnipesaukee (New Hampshire) … she made it snow.
Undemanding times like this have always made me feel so reflective. My eyes drifted from the snow outside to one of my treasured photos which adorn my one wall beside me.
The photo had been a gift from a photographer, who had traveled to Hamburg, Germany and knew I had enjoyed riding on the canals when I lived in Germany. He had made the black & white print himself, which made it even more special. This piece of wall decor almost sang to me of the quiet songs you might hear as you floated along in a canal boat. Ah … memories.
I chose the frame and the mats … with the suggestions of the shop’s experienced framer … to accentuate the 16x20 photo in my home. I always listened to the advice of those who have helpful suggestions and have the experience.
Many of my own photographic works, as well as my other forms of art works, are images that I proudly hang in my home, along with works from other artists! A bare wall is like an empty thought to me. I enjoy quiet times … just not constantly from my walls. Get my drift?
Wall Decor is becoming a lost art, in itself. Just sit and look around your home (or another’s home) … mostly where visitors would sit. Look at what they would see.
In most cases, you’re looking at a fledgling thought … or, walls that don’t truly say anything about you, as the person who lives here! Do your walls say, “Boring … nothing to talk about,” or do they say, “Hey, these people (or, this person) have more to say!” How does that saying go … “A picture is worth a thousand words!” Yes, that’s how it goes and I firmly believe it still applies.
If you look through this web-site, you’ll see numerous images that will entice you to start collecting photographic art! The artists can give you the anecdotes of their Adams-If Walls Could Talk fascinating work to make the images talk to you from their places on your walls. And, yes … many images you’ll see, you’ll swear are not photographs. If you spend any money this season to satisfy a “feeding frenzy,” spend it to buy photographic art, Wall Decor! Your eyes, and ears, will thank you.
OK … on to something a little different. I just would like to share one of my anecdotes about one of my Christmas images.
I reached under the coffee table to pull out one of my valued photo albums. Yes … I keep photo albums under the coffee table for easy reaching.
With a big smile, I saw the one photo I will cherish the most, as time goes by! It’s a photo of me and my 11 year old son (he’s an adult now), and it will remind me of the wisdom displayed by my wonderful son this specific Christmas.
The photo was of him and me as I held him closely with wet eyes, but with a huge smile. He smiled, but not like I was (he was maturing). His step-father took the photograph, for which I will always be thankful.
However, I was becoming concerned that my son hadn’t told me yet that he knew about the Santa Claus Secret. I mean, I remember when I informed my parents of this fact; I was about 7 years old … when I first started school. My son, however, had not yet given me the “Ain’t No Santa Claus” lecture!
Finally, I decided it was up to me to “burst his bubble!” Perhaps, this was why most kids hated their parents because they tell their kids that there was no Santa, however, I hated to think that he’d be teased brutally by other kids who knew the secret!
So, one Saturday after Thanksgiving, I brought home some Christmas sugar cookies (his favorite) for us to nosh, and brewed up some hot chocolate to warm us, as we sat in the den after he came in from playing.
How could I tackle one of the hardest pieces of parenting I could remember to that date! I finally asked my difficult question … do you still believe in Santa Claus?
Well, he swallowed a bite of cookie, gave me an earnest look and stated, rather calmly, that he hadn’t believed in Santa Claus for several years.
“You always get so happy and have so much fun playing Santa. I didn’t want to disappoint you,” he informed me honestly (I always knew when he fibbed).
Imagine that … he didn’t want to disappoint me!
All I could do was to lovingly grab hold of him to give a hug that hopefully said that I understood! The flash went off as this happened … capturing the moment!
Who ever has said pictures don’t talk, has never listened to one. Happy Holidays, dear readers!!!!!
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