I went out to frame the world just after 5:00 PM, as the sky was clearing from a day of inconsistent rain. I walked the blocks of the streets near my house. Some cars passed and a few people, but not many.
At first, I felt self-conscious with my carelessly carved cardboard frame. However, as time passed and I grew used to holding it, it felt increasingly familiar. I found myself comparing the world inside the frame to some piece of art, not a photograph or a film but something definite that was not quite reality.
The lines of the frame were relatively thick, so there was a definite boundary between what was inside the frame and outside. I found myself paying so much attention to what was inside the frame, that I was less aware of the periphery.
I began to invest a lot in the way in which I framed the world. I moved the frame to include certain things while I was walking, and to frame the path artfully. I tried to move everything I considered important in the scene into the frame. I found through this experience that adding a distinct boundary to ones normal view of the world changes perspective immensely.