Count down for Chattanooga's yearly Gallery Hop. Wall is finished, now on to knitting more frames for the old photographs in my collection. I do not know this female. It is easy to weave a story around her. Her wavy hairdo, framing a familiar stare into the camera, could not hide the exotic character draped in a silk top. Kicking up her heels, she would emerge as a fiery woman, defying the norms, leaving trails of blazing dust behind. The frame fits her character just right...
