It’s a curious thing to title a photograph. I think it might often be best for them to remain unadorned, so as not to suggest a theme. Let the viewer carve out their own meaning. Some artists eschewed titles for their works. Clyfford Still used an alphanumeric system along with the year of completion to label his works (e.g. “1944-N, No 2”), thereby avoiding contamination. Others, especially the surrealists, used bizarre appellations that were intentionally distanced from the representative forms, presumably to maximize the potential range of interpretations or else just to have a laugh (see Magritte’s cryptic “On the Threshold of Liberty” or Max Ernst’s dada-flourish “The Gramineous Bicycle Garnished with Bells the Dappled Fire Damps and the Echinoderms Bending the Spine to Look for Caresses”). And in that way perhaps an arcane or nonsensical label is better than none at all. It sets the gears turning and on the open road. I don’t love the header I landed on, but I WAS intending to highlight the theme of nuance among seemingly similar things — be they humans or rooms in a seaside hotel. A few alternatives are offered below:
“Balconization” (humor?)
“One of These Things is Not Like the Other” (Waldo-like search)
“Railing On and On” (just lame)
“Don’t Look Up!” (topical)
Ah, well…….
Great Exudations 