Sometimes it can even be regional within the USA.. I've seen (and used, I've noticed) both "Theater" and "Theatre" for example.. though generally I'd associate "Theatre" with stage rather than film, which I'd associate with "Theater". Interestingly, I still always associated "Theater" with surgical observation suites. I'd also normally associate "Theatre" with British spelling rather than US. I was born in southern California, but left in elementary school for the rural midwest- where I lived (the kid of a school teacher, English and Primary Education, so I got corrected a lot as kid) until I moved to Boston area a bit over twenty years ago. I frequently end up with odd mixes of expressions.
What would you call the following: A small-sized loaf of bread, cut, with various meats, cheeses and/or veggies inside? Is that a Sub? A Hero? A Po'Boy? A Cubano? A Torpedo? You'll get different answers based upon Age, Ethnicity, and Location for the same sandwich, even within a local area.
I've always found linguistics fascinating... even within regions, ethnic and even city level linguistics can be wildly different and just plain crazy. For example... Boston is considered "New England"- so you guys across the pond explain the pronounciation of the name of the city "Worcester". Post a phonetic response as to how you would pronounce that. No fair Googling. Or for that matter, "Leicester". Then, right down the street in Oxford (try that one for fun) we have Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg.
Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg? I'm not kidding : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Chaubunagungamaug
Not only is the name AWESOME ( we just call it Webster Lake if we aren't looking to induce some type of Temporal Lobe Seizure ) on it's own, the translation (from Native American Algonquin) is even better: "You
fish on your side of the lake, I
fish on my side of the lake, and Nobody
fishes in the middle." Legend has it that more than one person died over this particular little pond's relatively mundane stock of bass, pike and the occasional trout. Just over two years ago I made a special trip to Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg, and sat there jigging with a worm in my kayak until I got a bluegill.. smack dab in the middle. Just to make a point.
Somewhere around here I have photos of The Grudge House. Up the road, one brother was successful in business and built a beautiful house overlooking the scenic road into town in those days (the 1700's), a gentle rolling country road over a covered bridge- we're talking Hallmark Card here, New England just SCREAMS Autumn and don't even think Christmas card - because the Snow-Covered Cottage image that just came to mind in your head really is here.. and he spent much of his money building that house, for the view. Problem was, his was an ugly ego. He then proceeded to flaunt it in front of family and berate his friends and family and all of that, generally was a jerk. Anyway, as the story goes, his brother then suddenly did well in business, and became relatively wealthy in his own right. His first investment: the plot of land directly blocking his brother's mansion's view. The jilted brother then built a poorly-appointed pauper's house directly obstructing his brother's view... and the brother had been such a jerk that the town council decided to not hear his complaints. The ensuing feud went on for over a hundred years between the two brother's descendants and even certain members of the town council as recently as fifty years ago were petitioned regarding the property.. which is now considered a Historic Property.
As a photographer, that's what I like. I do the other stuff to make a little money when I can.. but it's the weird stuff that I live for. Even still, there's no way I could ever convey that story in a photo.. but if there were a way to do it, that's the kind of "art" I enjoy the most-- having an excuse to really just shake my head at human nature.. whether I can capture on film or not. Find a way to convey that kind of story in a single image, and you'll live forever. The Mona Lisa aggravates me the most because I want to know what's on her mind at that moment. The look conveys there's a deep story, but we'll never know it. She knows the punchline to a joke we'll never hear.
For quite some time, I lived on "Salem End Road", which was "back in the day" simply called "Salem's End". What's that? Salem's End is where the some of accused witches of the Salem Witch Trials fled to and maintained a hidden community in fear of being "tried" and executed. It's where the castoffs of Salem's troubles met their End... creepy, huh?
Hmm. Enough ramble out of me for the moment...lol.. off topic much?