I think the image of the man is very evocative, and as well as the quote from FW that sparked in my mind when I first saw it, it brings to mind, for me at least, the kind of ideas that Eliot was contemplating ;(posted 8760 days ago)April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
The image of the women is less successful, in my humble opinion - she should be offering a fruit with a different shape, perhaps an apple (obvious allusion), or a pear. Although the lighting is good, I think that the legs should be repositioned to a less "defensive" pose.
I think that the idea for the third photograph with a child is interesting - perhaps using a pomegranate split open to show the many seeds, with the lighting set up to suggest the passing from winter to spring? Perhaps different toners could be used to suggest different temperatures between the three images.