Philadelphia 471 by Michael Penn Street Photography - This is a great image because of the contrast between the dangling phone and the blurred people in the background. It seems ironic that the phone is still and not swinging while the rest of the image is in motion.
I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It's essentially nocturnal ... Can you balance off the body, that pitiful, selfish thing of night against a whole lifetime of sun and intellect? I don't know. I only know there has been your mind here and my mind here, and the afternoons have been like none I can remember • Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine