The Phone Call

The beauty of my little Ricoh GR III is its small size. It enabled me to take a closeup portrait of my “significant other” making a phone call without disturbing her concentration too much. In all honesty, I’ve used her as a subject so many times she is, more than likely, less bothered by this kind of intrusion than others might be but my small camera I’m sure is a help.



Trying to create a feeling with an image is always risky because we all process visual information differently. I am reminded of the old story of the garden hose lying on the floor in a dark shed. An old man caught a glimpse of it in the gloom and ran screaming snake!, SNAKE!. A little boy, upon hearing the alarm, peered cautiously around the door, fearing what he was about to encounter, and couldn’t see anything but an old worn hose lying in the mud. 

So it is with this overpass. For many I’m sure it’s nothing but a highway construction marvel. For me though, the heavy, rusty steel beams and massive concrete pylons hovering overhead feel threatening and I processed my photograph to try to capture that sense of oppression.