I was out walking near the dog park, maybe that should be a dog-friendly park. In any case, I was standing on top of the hill looking around and I saw this woman in a red coat walking her dogs (there were actually three of them). The dog was black and all of the trees were covered with snow so it was nearly a black and white scene. I have seen a lot of pictures where the photo has had all of the color removed except for some select element which is in some other color.
When this woman came around the corner, she added a splash of color to the scene, so I took this picture. Maybe I should have named this picture The Lady With the Dog, like the Chekov story, but then people might make assumptions about the woman in the picture and that just seems judgmental.
On that thought, what story does this picture tell? Is the woman alone with only her dog? Is the park empty? One of the beautiful things about photography, in my opinion, is that it captures a single moment in time. That can be misleading though because life isn’t just single moments, it is a continuous stream of moments stacked end to end in an ever changing line. If you saw the picture from seconds earlier or later when there are multiple dogs tearing through the scene, you might think that something completely different was going on.
But if we can capture a particularly moving moment, it is possible to extrapolate a beautiful (or for that matter horrifying) story to go with it. My story might not be the same as yours and that is an amazing thing. I love how everyone can see their own version of the story told by the same picture.