I really have a photographic love affair with telephone poles/wires.
Since I started photography last summer, I’ve had just this….innate attraction to them. It was hard to understand why, but over time (more recently) I began to figure it out.
I was with a great young woman for about four years of my life, and we separated right before I purchased my first dSLR. Communication between us pretty much ceased. It was a bit jarring, no longer speaking to someone who had been in my life since I was nine years old. (Quick note: this post isn’t meant to be a pity party. Just sayin’)
Right off the bat, I was attracted to shots like this. I couldn’t figure it out. It was a reflection of my desire to communicate with her; to reestablish contact. A reflection of my frustration, if you will. Slowly, my frustration died out, and when I go back through my photo archives, I can see the frequency of these types of photos died, as well.
It’s so very strange, how photography is a reflection of our own wants, desires, and emotions. And sometimes, we don’t even realize it.
-C.H.
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