Megan and I are in Los Angeles this week for her research.
I saw this when I went to get ice:
For a long time, I’ve wondered about images and storytelling. It seems like a big question: “Can an image tell a story?”
We talk about a story as a series of events unfolding in time: there’s a problem, an obstacle to solving that problem, and a solution to that problem. It’s rare and difficult to find all three present in the same static image.
Once in a while, though, there’s an image that’s so strong, that the mind can’t help filling in all the possible stories: Who gave the flowers? Why? Was it an apology? Why didn’t the recipient want them? Why did they end up discarded by the ice machine… with the plastic wrapper still on?
The mind is built for stories, and when it has a sense that there should be one, it starts to wander.
(Hat tip to my old friend Tom for inspiring the title.)