window-framed memories...

I have not been having so much luck with buying picture frames lately.  I supposes it's partly because I don't know exactly know what I am looking for, and partly because what's out there is so generic.  I want something unique, but what?
I am thinking that I will definitely get a digital picture frame for the photographs I mean to take soon - an ever-changing display, I think, of the different seasons as we pass through them.  Digital pictures- never really needing frames, I suppose. They really focus the viewer in on the image. 
We, or at least I, spend more time looking out of windows, during the winter season than any other.  Really, come to think of it, I am a winter weather watcher.  The other seasons find me outside, but not this one so much. 
So I was imagining, what we winter-weather, or other weather watchers, must look like to the ones who might be observing us from the outside.  Can you remember looking into a window at someone?  (And not as a peeping tom!) What might we look like to someone catching us staring out the window.  I see me as looking pensively at the view.  Wouldn't that be almost a universal look?  Although some might be waiting for something to appear, most of the time, I gaze out the window to admire or to reflect on the scene outside.  I can always see trees, and often the moon travels its way around the house, from back bedroom to the dining room, and then the living room window.
I took some pictures of windows this last summer, and printed three of them out,windows of  older houses. But because they have,of course, window frames, I find it difficult to decide what picture frames to set them in - frames within frames, you see. 
Maybe, that's what I should be looking for --- picture frames that look like window frames.

I truly love this picture, which I found online somewhere. The dear older woman, who reminds me of a dearly departed auntie, with her two cats,  and yet there is a bird perched there.  Her expression is most interesting - as though she did not expect the photograph, and there is something nice and "witchy" about it, in a good old wise-woman way.  The window is opened and she looks at us, not bothering to smile, but studying us also, or so it seems.  This picture says summer, and brings the memories associated with the season back with it.  Welcoming auntie, warmth of wood, roaming cats, curious bird.

 

This was taken this past summer, at  Fort Edmonton. The warmth of the brick walls, the scent of the flowers, the knowledge that what's in this building is preserved from the past ... look at how the bricks are set directly beneath the white-framed windows - a pleasing pattern for the eye. Maybe that's what I need to find when I look for picture frames, a pattern suggesting the natural structure that the frames themselves belong to.