the frame work encases the picture. the picture you took that day out in the backyard, the sun was shining, we had a few drinks but we weren’t uneasy. We were relaxed and were enjoying the company of the critters and crawlies. The picture still remains untouched, dust covered.
The framework was all wrong. I knew it from the start and I wasn’t the only one who did. But it made not difference at the top: it’s what we’d be following and there was nothing we could do about it. It was going to be like building a house with a child’s drawing as an architect’s plan.
This leads me to think of rules, boudries, infrastructure and anything I do or say being overlooked and scrutinised.
I am a free spirit who lives her life without lines and boxes.
I wish I could walk around the world without ever stopping and beyond the framework of a countries border controls, oceans, mountains and no go areas.
If I was a picture, I would have no frame.
That would work!
There was a framework shop at our local mall when I was younger. They closed it down a few years ago. I remember dreading and hating that shop as a kid.
The picture stared up at me, glass cracked and falling out. The once-pleasant looking face of a young girl holding a balloon eyed me; it felt like her eyes were following me. She was there, and I was here. She was past, I was now. She never was, I always will be.
Dad spent all day building. That was the day after the footer was poured and the masons left. There were the framing wood. Then there was the others. The beams and arches. He raised the church himself and it would be there he would preach and eventually die.
Think about it. What is the framework upon which we build our lives? Our family, friends, colleagues, classmates? These are all people. What about the physical aspects, the environment in which we grew up? The country, culture, weather?
Framework can be described as many things. It is the essential to everything. Every relation and ordeal requires a framework to fit into, adapt into, and to survive.
Framework. I’m not exactly sure what to write about this word. I guess it reminds me of picture frames… empty picture frames, hanging on the blank, white wall of an endless hallway, waiting to be filled with captured memories and good times.
the framework defines how life or for that matter anything works and happens
it outlines how we can come proceed with a system and know the technicalities of a topic
framework helpss to hold together the way we intend a system to b
I’ve heard that Amish people build a barn in one day. Before lunch, they make the frame work, then they eat potluck together and then they build the rest. If we all had that kind of determination, to work together and build a house in a day, what else could we do with our lives?
The frame is a thing where you out a oicture. Work is the activity you do to esrn money. The framework is the thing where you put your picture working.
The framework of writing prompts help keep refocus, and sometime they spur my muse in directions I never thought possible. I’ve been on fantasy and thriller rides, and down in the dark dungeons of life. Structure sometimes is a good thing.
I looked over at the man across the table. This was not what I’d expected. What I didn’t realize then was that this was the framework, this was the start, the parameters of what could be something incredible. When I realized that about five minutes after I left, they hyperventilating started. Now, nearly a week later, I’ve let that go and I’m looking forward to the adventure and what will happen next.
Framework, it’s like two words joint together. One is the frame and the second is the work. So if you break it apart piece by piece, then is a frame that you work upon? I guess it is!
When I’m writing a story, I try to have a framework.
I model it around one idea or object, one moment in time.
Then I try to attach the people and events to that framework
in some fashion so that when I finish the narrative, I have a
complete picture so to speak.
the framework for all things is under the baseline for other things. it’s there, just next to the toys on the left. see the foundation for a good life? it’s right next to it.
wire walls blocking my way. where did all the choices go, how did they all get away. I miss my youth, the days gone by, with so little structure I could fly, but soon comes the day I will die, bound inside my wire walls.
Its the foundation to every system set in place. Without it, nothing can succeeded. Its imparative that yuset up aframework for your beliefs and relationships.
I needed a new framework to process the abandonment I felt when you left. I was shaken but determined to find a means to continue. The business has continued to thrive without you but it will take some time for me to understand your decision to cut all ties. I miss you.
What is this? What shall I fill this box with?
Am I supposed to continue?
Blabbering on to no one but this box?
Does the box care?
Does it care about me?
Does it think about me when it goes to sleep at night?
I don’t think so.
So I don’t have much else to share.
Holds pictures, hang on walls. Can compliment pictures greatly, but can also ruin them. Intricate or simple. Used to decorate photographs. Popular among homes.
framework??? esa es la palabra??? pucha no pesé q esto iba a estra en inglés… es buena la idea, pero mmm… cuesta cuando no estan en tu idioma… no fluye,,, quiza pa para practicar writing in english esta bien, pero no más que eso quizá…
what is the framework surrounding our perceptions of the people we interact with? What is the lens through which these assumptions are born? And who decides them? Can they be changed or developed, or are they intrinsic? ASK YOURSELF.
The framework for living is hard to find. One is born; then you start growing. Parents put limitations on what you can do. That’s part of the framework. Some people, my parents included, use the Bible as the ultimate framework.
Intricate swirls. Tiny threads of gold and silver. Delicate to the touch. Soft with the stroke, of my slender fingers. The frame was pretty. The picture inside, prettier. It was me, of course. My slender fingers cradle the frame, each bone, can be seen.
framework- defining what is
defining whats not
in between those lines
i see what’s what
the way things are
the way they aren’t
so simple and true
what is inside his heart
framework? well we need one for our plans and how we are going to manage fitting everything in and getting it there successfully,
what are you talking about
why can’t we just do it and not worry about it.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m made of. Carbon? Water? Atoms? Blood, bones, brick? Is it soul? Or is it love? There are days where I’d swear it was jelly, wobbling, dizzy on a slippery plate. Today, I’m made of nothing but sunlight.
The framework around my window is a foundation to stop the wind and weeping souls from chilling my room and stirring me in my sleep with the moan of the wind. The framework keeps me sleeping at night.
the frame work encases the picture. the picture you took that day out in the backyard, the sun was shining, we had a few drinks but we weren’t uneasy. We were relaxed and were enjoying the company of the critters and crawlies. The picture still remains untouched, dust covered.
The framework was all wrong. I knew it from the start and I wasn’t the only one who did. But it made not difference at the top: it’s what we’d be following and there was nothing we could do about it. It was going to be like building a house with a child’s drawing as an architect’s plan.
This leads me to think of rules, boudries, infrastructure and anything I do or say being overlooked and scrutinised.
I am a free spirit who lives her life without lines and boxes.
I wish I could walk around the world without ever stopping and beyond the framework of a countries border controls, oceans, mountains and no go areas.
If I was a picture, I would have no frame.
That would work!
There was a framework shop at our local mall when I was younger. They closed it down a few years ago. I remember dreading and hating that shop as a kid.
The picture stared up at me, glass cracked and falling out. The once-pleasant looking face of a young girl holding a balloon eyed me; it felt like her eyes were following me. She was there, and I was here. She was past, I was now. She never was, I always will be.
Framework is the essential to every ordeal and relation. It is necessary to survive and it gives us people the guide lines to life.
Dad spent all day building. That was the day after the footer was poured and the masons left. There were the framing wood. Then there was the others. The beams and arches. He raised the church himself and it would be there he would preach and eventually die.
The fundamental structure that holds the whole together. The framework is a masterpiece in itself.
Think about it. What is the framework upon which we build our lives? Our family, friends, colleagues, classmates? These are all people. What about the physical aspects, the environment in which we grew up? The country, culture, weather?
Framework can be described as many things. It is the essential to everything. Every relation and ordeal requires a framework to fit into, adapt into, and to survive.
Framework. I’m not exactly sure what to write about this word. I guess it reminds me of picture frames… empty picture frames, hanging on the blank, white wall of an endless hallway, waiting to be filled with captured memories and good times.
the framework defines how life or for that matter anything works and happens
it outlines how we can come proceed with a system and know the technicalities of a topic
framework helpss to hold together the way we intend a system to b
I’ve heard that Amish people build a barn in one day. Before lunch, they make the frame work, then they eat potluck together and then they build the rest. If we all had that kind of determination, to work together and build a house in a day, what else could we do with our lives?
Framework, provides systematic orders.
But might be limiting.
The possibility.
it’s us in the framework. If it’s not you with me, it just wont work.
I admire the frame work in our house. But my brother just admires the food in our fridge.
The frame is a thing where you out a oicture. Work is the activity you do to esrn money. The framework is the thing where you put your picture working.
The framework of writing prompts help keep refocus, and sometime they spur my muse in directions I never thought possible. I’ve been on fantasy and thriller rides, and down in the dark dungeons of life. Structure sometimes is a good thing.
I looked over at the man across the table. This was not what I’d expected. What I didn’t realize then was that this was the framework, this was the start, the parameters of what could be something incredible. When I realized that about five minutes after I left, they hyperventilating started. Now, nearly a week later, I’ve let that go and I’m looking forward to the adventure and what will happen next.
Framework, it’s like two words joint together. One is the frame and the second is the work. So if you break it apart piece by piece, then is a frame that you work upon? I guess it is!
When I’m writing a story, I try to have a framework.
I model it around one idea or object, one moment in time.
Then I try to attach the people and events to that framework
in some fashion so that when I finish the narrative, I have a
complete picture so to speak.
the framework for all things is under the baseline for other things. it’s there, just next to the toys on the left. see the foundation for a good life? it’s right next to it.
wire walls blocking my way. where did all the choices go, how did they all get away. I miss my youth, the days gone by, with so little structure I could fly, but soon comes the day I will die, bound inside my wire walls.
This is something that defines a project or task or an object. It gives a basic understanding of how and why something works and functions as it does.
Its the foundation to every system set in place. Without it, nothing can succeeded. Its imparative that yuset up aframework for your beliefs and relationships.
I needed a new framework to process the abandonment I felt when you left. I was shaken but determined to find a means to continue. The business has continued to thrive without you but it will take some time for me to understand your decision to cut all ties. I miss you.
What is this? What shall I fill this box with?
Am I supposed to continue?
Blabbering on to no one but this box?
Does the box care?
Does it care about me?
Does it think about me when it goes to sleep at night?
I don’t think so.
So I don’t have much else to share.
Holds pictures, hang on walls. Can compliment pictures greatly, but can also ruin them. Intricate or simple. Used to decorate photographs. Popular among homes.
framework??? esa es la palabra??? pucha no pesé q esto iba a estra en inglés… es buena la idea, pero mmm… cuesta cuando no estan en tu idioma… no fluye,,, quiza pa para practicar writing in english esta bien, pero no más que eso quizá…
stability
sturdy
the building block
the glue
the strength
what is the framework surrounding our perceptions of the people we interact with? What is the lens through which these assumptions are born? And who decides them? Can they be changed or developed, or are they intrinsic? ASK YOURSELF.
The framework for living is hard to find. One is born; then you start growing. Parents put limitations on what you can do. That’s part of the framework. Some people, my parents included, use the Bible as the ultimate framework.
Hey
Intricate swirls. Tiny threads of gold and silver. Delicate to the touch. Soft with the stroke, of my slender fingers. The frame was pretty. The picture inside, prettier. It was me, of course. My slender fingers cradle the frame, each bone, can be seen.
framework- defining what is
defining whats not
in between those lines
i see what’s what
the way things are
the way they aren’t
so simple and true
what is inside his heart
framework? well we need one for our plans and how we are going to manage fitting everything in and getting it there successfully,
what are you talking about
why can’t we just do it and not worry about it.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m made of. Carbon? Water? Atoms? Blood, bones, brick? Is it soul? Or is it love? There are days where I’d swear it was jelly, wobbling, dizzy on a slippery plate. Today, I’m made of nothing but sunlight.
Things are good.
my heart has a strong framework,
reinforced with steel gurders.
I’ve got aluminium supports
and a wall made out of
brick and mortar.
The framework around my window is a foundation to stop the wind and weeping souls from chilling my room and stirring me in my sleep with the moan of the wind. The framework keeps me sleeping at night.
There are many kinds of frameworks…. Each defines the picture it holds. Some are classic, some are ethnic, some are modern and so on…