Anyway, photos for you guys. Just a simple trio, with some Photoshopping for spice. If needed, I'll edit the post later with my explanations of the photos themselves, but right now I just want to make sure it works.
(ETA 11/14: Now with my explanations, because I'll be at Umass Dartmouth today and can't present in person. I've left a hard copy on your desk, Mrs. Richardson.)
"It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over, that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work tomorrow, and that, really, nothing had changed."
This photo represents Meursault standing at his mother's grave (say hi to Mrs. Richardson's legs!), and reflecting that nothing has really been made any different in his life overall by his mother's death. The photo was greyscaled to represent the world through Meursault's eyes at this point - largely uninteresting and bland. It can also represent a flashback of sorts.
"The trigger gave; I felt the smooth underside of the butt; and there, in that noise, sharp and deafening at the same time, is where it all started... I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness."
This photo represents the death of the Arab on the beach. The sepia tone is a step up from greyscale, but isn't color just yet (the yellow tone also helps represent the sun). What is in color is the Arab's blood, dripping down his (really my) arm. The streak of blood represents the first crack in Meursault's content little world.
"Then, in the dark hour before dawn, sirens blasted. They were announcing departures for a world that now and forever meant nothing to me."
"For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."
(Camus 122; 123)
This photo represents Meursault's cell, in which he has the most profound thoughts of the book (Although, to be fair, the majority of his prior thoughts are extremely simple by contrast). He is actually acknowledging that he is condemned to death, yet at the same time he insists that it doesn't matter to him. Nevertheless, this photo is in full color, because he is the most alive while awaiting his death.