Back in ’19, I picked up Poppyseed at the airport and visited a public swimming spot nearby (second picture). Opposite that, there was a stone sculpture that looked a lot like a giant serpent, so I named the image Anna-Conda. Back then, I didn’t like giving names to images, but it’s easier to relate to than a random number like 2909.
These days, I try to find a name that resonates, possibly lifted from a music title, an association around the image, or something similar. It’s never meant to add extra meaning to the picture, which I firmly believe should stand alone, but rather to provide some sort of reference, mainly for myself.