Feet
I've always been a big lover of synecdoche. No, not the city in upstate New York. A figure of speech which uses a part to represent a whole. No one was better at it than F. Scott Fitzgerald, one of the original authors of the American dream in my opinion. Take a look at this quote from "The Great Gatsby" as example of synecdoche at its best.
"It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."
Perhaps it is my love of this literary device which prompts me to take photos of feet on my family vacations. Looking back over my vacation photos I always see one photo from each trip that shows feet - those of my son and his friends, my husband's even the dog's paws. I guess for me those feet, submerged in pond water or shining with sand, say more about fun and adventure than posed "say cheese" smiles or rosy sunsets. This one was taken in Owl's Head, Maine last year.
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