The living space in our new place is pretty much an open floor plan, but there is a smallish floating wall that divides the dining room from the living room (you can sort of see here). Considering it's the first wall you see when walking through the entryway, I've been putting a lot of thought into what I want to hang there. After scratching off a ton of ideas that just didn't seem right, I started to feel like I was never going to find the perfect fit.
I discussed the situation with a friend, and she suggested blowing up and hanging one of my photographs... something that was sentimental to me and my family. Truthfully, after leaving art school [many, MANY moons ago] and realizing that a professional photographer was the LAST thing I wanted to be in life (this, of course, is no offense to my many professional photographer friends), it would have never in a million years occurred to me to blow up one of my own pictures. Actually, it never would have occurred to me to hang any of my pictures, blown up or not. But after much contemplation, I started to warm up to the idea. After all, I've always preferred taking scenic pictures, and as much as I love my kid, a huge picture of her face in our dining room would be, I don't know, weird?
I've narrowed it down to three different beach pictures I've taken. All of them are incredibly special, so picking one, the one, has proven to be especially difficult. The first was taken while we were snorkeling off the coast of Lana'i on our first family vacation with Cheech. I took the second on Cheech's first trip to NH last year. We were about a mile away from Joe's childhood home. And the last was taken during our recent trip to Big Sur. I like the idea of a California beach because, after all, California is our state. And now I'm torn. They're all so meaningful in their own way, so which one wins?