This took me forever to figure out what the hell was going on. Have you figured it out?
What does the photographer want us to feel when we look at this? Is the tangled kite some kind of a metaphor for her life? Was she somehow riding the giant kite and got stuck in the forest? Who would ride a giant kite next to a bunch of trees, anyway? In conclusion, I strongly dislike forced whimsy.
Kate says: "My good friend and I were at a mutual friends wedding, and I caught the bouquet and he caught the garter. It was very awkward because we don't really feel romanitcally inclined towards each other. We took this photo before the bouquet/garter dance. These are our expressions of horror."