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2021 - Samuel Ryde Fine Art Phototography

2021

2021

Its been a while since I wrote a blog. To be perfectly honest not much has happened. We can’t go outside. We’re all in the same boat, trying to get through this with a modicum of sanity left that we might get back to normality. Today is the 19th January 2021, and. yesterday was officially the most depressing day of the year. So, with that in mind, best foot forward. If you grow um, show um.

You know what’ll cheer you up? A fresh look at the world of Telephone Booths. I don’t want to wax lyrical for too long about my thoughts or why I feel compelled to capture them, I’ll save that for the next book. I will summarise my feelings by saying this. If you aren’t captured by this abused device that we have just simply decided to ignore from our conscience, not remove, not destroy, just simply ignore, then what are you doing with your lives? After the Fukushima disaster in 2011, there was a disconnected phone booth in SItaru Sasaki’s back garden that he had been using to talk to his late cousin. The words would be ‘carried by the wind’. When news spread of this old phone box, people flocked to it. One lady even moved house to be closer to it. We live in an age that has eased communication to the point we don’t even have to more. The power encased in that glass box, the confessional on every street corner, has yet to wain. Even if we still choose to ignore them.

Would you like to see my first ever Insta post? Taken in 2011. On an iPhone 4 at Golders Green tube station.

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So. Without further ado. Please enjoy, my most recent collection.

Telephone Booths.

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