Photo Essay: It's a guy thing

Sigmund Freud could offer some intricate explanation, but personally I blame the natural male instinct. Give a guy a camera, plop him in any city, and the result is always the same. By rummaging through his photos, one will discover that he found the tallest or most uniquely erected structure and stood beneath it for an hour, marveling at how the building pierces the sky and towers over all else with sheer dominance.
It is important to shoot them from every angle, but to always stay near the base. These things deserve the behemoth treatment; they are towers, and tower they shall. They were built to be photographed and exploited, to make the neighbors jealous and keep people talking.
We don’t think about the phallic nature inherently, which would only strengthen Dr. Freud’s theories on the subconscious. But there is a reason society immediately recognizes the Space Needle, the Eiffel Tower, or the Washington Monument. It is a city’s way of flexing its muscles, flaunting its prowess, showcasing its feathers. Whether it leans famously off-center, memorializes history, or transmits radio waves, the message is clear: It’s not how you use it. Size matters entirely.