I love that the naming of a photo or artwork can be simply what you were doing, or what you were seeing, as the image speaks for itself-claims its own name and the artist is freed from the cumbersome task of naming. Think of Monet's Water-Lilies or Van Goughs-Sunflowers, Starry Night and my personal favorite Bedroom in Arles. As a writer I find it much harder to come up with titles for my poems. I consider myself a poor poem titler--as I tend to favor single word or pirating part of the first line as titles. This may be one of the reasons I don't like submit ( this and of course the fear of rejection). I am never satisfied with the name of a poem, they end up with nicknames, like kittens you've held on to long, trying to find the perfect owner. Names like Big Boy, Pretty Girl or Fancy Britches, that unfortunately follow the little tykes their entire life. I started a Poem Challenge with my friends, John, Lisa and Elizabeth. I wrote two poems, one I titled with simple nouns and of course the other I pirated from the first line. I have nicknamed them drought and poem for Kelly. I am groovy, hope the same for you. The spots on the photo, artifacts from my husbands windshield.
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