Hanging on the telephone
I really enjoyed this story, Paul. Very compelling and atmospheric.
Thank you!
There is something somewhat discombobulating about the disappearance of phoneboxes, despite the sensory experience of some. When I go out geocaching I tend to go and listen to a dialing tone in one. It has become a guilty pleasure.
I've got an old phone in my hallway, and when I pick it up I half expect it to purr with an old, long-forgotten dial tone.
It doesn't, and in fact it isn't even connected to the telephone network these days, but I do sometimes wonder.
I really like this story and the photos Paul. Funnily enough I am doing a photo project on disused phone boxes.
That’s interesting. I wonder how many of them will turn out to be mini libraries - a use that always makes me smile.
You have given me a prompt and inspiration to actually post something about my project. Thanks.
I really enjoyed this story, Paul. Very compelling and atmospheric.
Thank you!
There is something somewhat discombobulating about the disappearance of phoneboxes, despite the sensory experience of some. When I go out geocaching I tend to go and listen to a dialing tone in one. It has become a guilty pleasure.
I've got an old phone in my hallway, and when I pick it up I half expect it to purr with an old, long-forgotten dial tone.
It doesn't, and in fact it isn't even connected to the telephone network these days, but I do sometimes wonder.
I really like this story and the photos Paul. Funnily enough I am doing a photo project on disused phone boxes.
That’s interesting. I wonder how many of them will turn out to be mini libraries - a use that always makes me smile.
You have given me a prompt and inspiration to actually post something about my project. Thanks.