If you take a moment and troll around the Internet, photos are everywhere. Everybody has a camera nowadays be it a phone, a point-and-shoot, or a SLR.
Going hand in hand with an image, one can often find a title. Some titles are simply locations and dates. For example, LEMP 5 28 2016 could be used. That would be considered rather dry for a photo contest, though, huh? That would be more for personal cataloging.
Or, titles could be a bit narrative. For example, as I type, Herbie, our cat, is napping on the window sill. A photo of him could be titled "Nap Time", "Cat Nap", or what I am sure is an abundance of other possibilities. They could be serious, funny, punny, whimsical, or any other trait one can imagine.
So a few days ago, I was birding Lake Erie Metropark before work. In previous days, I managed to score a Prothonotary Warbler and a Whip-poor-will. Both were new for my park checklist. It now stands at 255 species.
With a bit of birding luck apparently on my side, I hoped to secure a Connecticut Warbler, a late May migrant. It would be new but it is not by accident that the bird is not checked off my list. Simply, it is a very difficult bird to secure in Wayne County. But so was the Whip-poor-will,right?
Anyhow, as I casually walked the trail, I was struck by the little maple tree leaf trying to make a go of it from the side of the tree...
A quick moment in Photoshop allowed me to turn the trunk black-and-white while the leaf stayed red.
Then it came time to name this blog post based on this image. From a writing standpoint, where could I go?
Maybe I could mention some neat-o facts about the Red Maple.
Maybe I could mention the oddity of it growing out of the trunk.
Maybe I could mention photosynthesis. It's still taking place even if the leaf isn't green.
Then I realized...."Wow, I'm stuck..." I have no title. I have no blog theme.
I have no idea.
In the end, I decided I don't have to decide. Rush has a lyric "If you choose no to decide, you still have made a choice." The fact that their vocalist sings like a constipated mosquito is not the point here. The lyric is pretty neat.
So there. I won't pick a title.
I just like it.