I wouldn’t call myself much of a photographer, but thanks to a decent amount of travel, I have taken a decent amount of photos. Thanks to inspiration and pure luck, I have also taken a few good photographs. I want to say great, but that simply isn’t true. If they are of my friends and family or if they reflect my life experiences and create a sense of nostalgia, then they’re probably great to me, but I can’t extend that label beyond my small circle.
After my Vietnam trip, I promised myself that I would blow up some of the photos and get them printed. I considered getting a book made (and based on the number of photos I finally printed, this would have been a good idea), but opted for prints as I want to decorate some of the bare walls in my house. Today was the day, I fulfilled that promise. It required some fidgety time at the store computer, but I am quite happy.
Now I have to figure some frames. I don’t really want to blow the budget on the frames, but I don’t want complete crap either. Also, I don’t know if I should go for some standard frames–like most of them the same, or if I should try to find individual frames. I think I will have to consult my friend over at One Beautiful Thing (OBT), as she has excellent taste.