Framing

In class we talk about the "death" of the author which makes room for the "birth" of the reader, of interpretive communities that shape our understanding of literary works, and of the "indeterminacy" or gaps in meaning that allow for an aesthetic response. 

That last one seems like the loft and lightness of a shook comforter, the air pockets that provide fullness to linens and literature. 

It's fun to think about. Just as it's fun to think about framing, the narration of a tale that makes it what it is. Here I am, walking down a trail, pausing to snap a shot, my shadow in the photo. Life mirroring art ... or something like that.