Patriotic Phone

I woke up this morning troubled by what I was going to shoot today. With temperatures in the mid 90s, I am kind of restricted to about a half-mile radius of the house.

Just like German fighter planes during the Second World War could only protect the bombers over London for 30 minutes, I am restricted to window of similar proportions before my shirt becomes like a wet rag clinging to my body. And 30 minutes is not all that long of a time to uncover some photographic gem.

It was during coffee and a cigarette on the back deck that I suddenly recalled a picture I took on Friday that became superseded by something better, allegedly. :-)

Having something tenative in mind gave me a greater sense of purpose and, of course, me being me, I ended up photographing several other things. So much for my initial fears. :-)

Public telephones are becoming increasingly rare these days as the whole world seems to have a cell phone. I am beginning to think newborn babies are presented with one just moments after birth.

I do not own a cell phone and never have. There is little point in me ever getting one since I do not know anyone to call. If I need to contact my wife during the day, I do so by e-mail. Sometimes I even get a reply. :-)

I think not owning a cell phone was perhaps one of the reasons why I was initially drawn to this pay phone and the bonus was the way it was decorated with the stars and stripes.

"Oh, say can you see..."