While in Scottsdale, Arizona, I was intent on photographing a man hole cover. It was lovely and unique to the city. I waited until I had a good shot, and went for it. And that photo made me happy.
But why? What is it about man hole covers that draws my eye? And why do I photograph them? Is “Ghostbusters” to blame? I mean, the scene where the guys are set up on the street, pretending to be maintenance while they’re really down the man hole looking for spookies – is that so deeply embedded in my psyche as to make me constantly search for man hole covers? Or is it my fascination with where the danged thangs are made? Have you ever looked at man hole covers? If so, have you noticed how many are manufactured in India, for cry-eye? Even so, why am I transfixed by them?
I don’t have an answer to that. Truth is, this little habit of mine is harmless, so I’ll probably just keep going with it and not worry about figuring out why I do it. I mean, I prefer looking up, but if I’m gonna look down, at least I’m trying to spot something a little different.