Photos tell stories. Some stories are good, or at least, are allowed. Like the end of the summer in the southern Netherlands, the other day:
All these help tell the story and are very evocative if you’ve been there.
Other types of symbolism are best left alone. Like an 85-year old walking away into the sunset, and worse, unmistakably in the centre:
This is not the kind of symbolism you should strive for—at least not unintentionally.
The moral of today’s post: ask yourself: “what does my photo mean”? If you cannot answer that, you have a snapshot.
I would say more, but I am about to board a flight to Reykjavik and thence, to Toronto.