“Suspended in Sand”, didn’t quite have the same ring to it as “Suspended” when it came to the naming of this photo. I think the simplicity of the name leaves interpretation more available for the viewer. When I read the name of this image, I imagine time. Something suspended, held completely still, for a moment, a year; a millennia. I see the door no longer on its hinges but rather taking a more enduring residence in the dunes of sand that has occupied the home for years. The permanence of the sand leaves the door, the walls, the entrances; all suspended in that moment and many moments to come.
“Suspended in Sand”, didn’t quite have the same ring to it as “Suspended” when it came to the naming of this photo. I think the simplicity of the name leaves interpretation more available for the viewer. When I read the name of this image, I imagine time. Something suspended, held completely still, for a moment, a year; a millennia. I see the door no longer on its hinges but rather taking a more enduring residence in the dunes of sand that has occupied the home for years. The permanence of the sand leaves the door, the walls, the entrances; all suspended in that moment and many moments to come.
