Category Archives: Framed Stories

Every thing, as a general rule, that a customer brings to a custom picture framer for them to frame, is an emotionally charged story, that they want help telling the story, better.

With everything, there is “the” story. These are, for the most part, not “the” story, but “a” story instead. For the most part, they are a flight of the imagination that took off from the finished frame job. Others . . . well, you decide.

Striker’s Big People and the new friend

Striker ruled all that he could rule. The floors were his. And when the big people were gone, like most of the days, the couch and chairs were also his; Especially the big green chair that was just under the … Continue reading

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An Evening at the Great Lodge

“In the late afternoon we would stop and make camp.  The dust was thick in our clothes. It was so fine coming up off the ox hooves that it just floated in the air until it found a hiding place. … Continue reading

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Going Home

“No miss, not one; all.” The weather was just on that verge of becoming a real spring as the clouds stopped being sources of rain and had become targets of creative imaginations as ducks followed elephants becoming a larger teddy … Continue reading

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The No Holster Cowboy Doesn’t Ride Today

The pale winter sun weakly wormed it’s not so warming way through the dingy snow mused windows of the Hold-up Saloon. Music plays languidly in the background as if from a scratchy record where nobody wants to turn the Victrolla … Continue reading

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The Flame

The midnight air had begun to sag and drip on the ancient pitted stone walls. A rogue cockroach scurried, bouncing across the spear-chipped pockmarks, along the worn battlement, etched by shoes of metal and leather, just ahead of the dark … Continue reading

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Romney Lass

The summer desert sun still smoldered in the flesh of her face. The cheeks rubbed to a waxed patina by the searing desert winds. Lava like depths rolled and bubbled in the cauldrons of her eyes. The gold of her … Continue reading

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Flight Captain’s Memory Box

Because of the strong side winds, the Captain quietly adjusted the trim wheel that would bend the rudder in a little more causing the big plane to fly slightly crab-like over the German countryside. These were the kinds of runs … Continue reading

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