Framing the View

You asked what else I enjoy, and nothing beats making every open surface my stage! I strutted further along the bookshelf until I spotted an empty brass mini picture frame leaning against a stack of hardcover books. It was just begging for a proper centerpiece. I propped it up flat against a leather spine, stepped right behind the hollow brass border, and dropped down onto my knees. Resting my weight forward on one elbow, I tilted my head sideways with a daring smirk, perfectly framing my upper body inside the ornate metal opening. Forget posing for ordinary snapshots—I just built you a living portrait.