like that the summer came to an end, and with that somewhere so did our romance. the boy who you met everyday is replaced by endless schedules of classes and classwork. I thought you’d be different but turns out you’re like every other darn summer fling I have ever had, and now you’re just another boy and I am just another girl who fell in love in the summer.
People have asked me over the years how I come by my titles, and I’ve always been a bit hesitant to answer—not because I’m embarrassed by the topic, but because it has always been a bit mysterious even to me. Sometimes the titles are baldly descriptive; other times they hint at meanings that have occurred to me, and that I want to pass along. Some photos work just fine without having a title at all (though I still give them one, probably mostly a holdover from my days as a writer), while others come alive to the viewer only when the title is there to ignite the imagination. Occasionally, I will co-opt an existing title or phrase—a line from a poem, say—because I associate the image, often obscurely, with the words in question. One of today’s offerings, “Triumph of the will,” is a case in point. Many readers of this post will recognize the phrase as the title of a notorious Nazi propaganda film by Leni Riefenstahl, made in 1935 to glorify Adolf Hitler. It’s a risk, of course, to connect this with my photograph—certainly I don’t mean it as any sort of tribute to Riefenstahl or, God forbid, Hitler himself—and yet I admit that I’ve always been fascinated by the phrase itself, and admired its power to convey a vast and compelling concept. When I thought about my picture, It seemed to me that the will of the irises to bloom in spring was far more determined and unanswerable than anything that ever occurred at a rally in Nuremberg. And there you have it. —KN