Discovered this young chap at a pay phone one night last summer in downtown Pittsburgh. Seems his father had gone off with his camera somewhere, and he was left to his own devices.
Okay, alright, it's my kid. It's not exactly candid, but it's certainly not posed either. We had just come from the symphony (the PSO had performed Shostakovich's tenth). I was shooting something on the way back to the car, and he thought he'd amuse himself with the pay phone while waiting (pay phones never cease to interest kids). I caught his reflection in a plate glass window I was standing near. It was interesting, but something else was needed. Then came the car. I held the camera against the glass to steady it, and shot this.
I had wanted to enter this in that month's free study, but I had no idea how to process it. The color was too orange, but the straight black and white too boring. Framing it was a challenge too. And I spent a lot of time trying to blur the reflected street lamps so the dirty glass didn't show. Now, I think it adds to the intrigue, so I didn't touch it. In any case, I had a lot of good pictures that month, so this one got passed up -- until now.
POST: Forget all that. It's more like how K10DGuy tells it. In fact, my original title for the image was "Lost" but I didn't want to force an interpretation on anyone.
Just stumbled across this (didn't vote on all entries in "best of") and really wonder why it didn't do better; well composed, good technicals, a good story and the right amount of "artsy" post-processing (the noise isn't everybody's taste, though).
I like the balance this shot has its story and the duotones. Very well done. I don't think you would have forced anything on the viewer by calling it lost but you really didn't need to as this was my first thought. Made me think of my kids, has that little emotional tug there.
I really enjoyed this shot in the challenge. I like the reflection symmetry going on, but it is most enjoyable since it is slightly off center giving it a more engaging shot. Well done.
They had searched for him everywhere. When he disappeared the night before, after an argument that resulted in screams and tears and slammed doors, they thought that he'd just gone out to blow off some steam. They'd figured he'd be back once he'd calmed down, and thought things through and needed to be back in safer arms and a warm bed.
However, as the night wore on, and morning approached, and there was still no sign of him, they began to fear. The worry stretched in to anxiety, which then stretched into panic. The authorities were called, and by early evening the next day, the search parties were out. They combed the woods, they called the friends, they searched the stores and theaters and hospitals, but no trace was found.
Then, in the wee hours of that next morning, while darkness still lay over the land, the phone rang. Tearfully, his mother picked it up, and broke into a flood of emotion as she heard his voice.
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