coming & going

i spied this one driving around the circuit on the last day in riverside. i hoped i would be able to find it parked somewhere before i left.

i was across the street shooting the rambler i posted yesterday, when i spied it here across the street on the corner. i was trying to hurry from the rambler so i could get to it before they possibly took off again, but the owner of the rambler was busy telling me her story. then i watched as the owner of the car popped the hood for a crowd of guys, and i kinda slowed down. why, why?

i took a couple of shots of the rambler and headed over to this one anyway. the group had mostly left, and the guy sitting with it saw me trying to shoot the hood ornament, and offered to close the hood for me. even better i said.

his story was that the car belonged to his father-in-law, and he had fixed it up. i thought it was pretty stunning and asked if he thought it had won anything. he said, no way, there were much better cars there in his opinion. dude, this one is a beauty, have some confidence. and thanks for closing the hood.

the need for speed

why do people drive like a-holes? especially when traffic is slow for everyone? always is one richard that thinks he's way more important, and if he can get one car ahead, he's winning.

even better when there are two douchebags racing each other through traffic. and even if i'm going the speed limit, or even a "bit" faster, they still happen to be going faster, and still manage to almost clip the front of my car. i'm all for an adrenaline rush, but roller coasters are a safer way to go for everyone. i don't want to die on the road, just because those pricks are running late for whatever stupid excuse. and i'm on the road a lot. idiots.

early morning drives to work are extra fun with the big trucks a plenty. they like to kinda drift into my lane. and i suspect, they get cut off a lot more frequently, by the itty bitty cars. i always try to give them lots of warning that i need to get over. most often, they let me move. and if there's one that won't, i'm not going to argue with him...go ahead big boy...i'm not in that big a hurry.

whatever.

holiday weekend. everyone else in the house has been working on a cold all week. so, guess what i got for the weekend? yup. got me a cold. stayed down yesterday. today, the house has been invaded again by the unsuspecting niece and nephew and their significant others. drove down from east jesus nowhere (i like the movie juno) for one day, going back tomorrow. i think they intend to go to disneyland, but they've been here for an hour, and are just chatting with gramma and my better half. maybe i'll sneeze on them—here take that with you—merry xmas.

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is this a '60 or '61? don't know why the sky turns red only here at the broiler. must be a trick of the lights and the sunset. always nice when a good car parks in just the right spot, don't you think?

wonderful pointy things

here it is. again. little dvill. also from the last uptown show. his club helped out with the early, so freakin early, set up of the show. no crowds. no stark shadows. only thing better than the early morning light would be the misty fog of past years shows.

have always, always been fascinated with this car. all the pointy wonderments on the back. it could take out an eye or a kneecap. or enable self-neutering.

the ghostly flames on the front. the paint so polished, you could stare at it until you felt like falling down the rabbit hole.

he's been hiding this puppy, preferring his shiny lincoln this past year. thankfully, he has people. and those people helped bring it out for the show.

i don't like coffee

can't stand the smell of it. can't imagine how foul that inky molten sludge must taste as it scorches down your throat. flavored varieties just add an overtone to the stench below.

no thanks. i prefer my caffeine cold. gimme a coke anytime. though, if you think about it, is probably just as bad for you. rusts nails and stuff. wonder if it would remove tarnish off of silverware?

anyway, besides the point. these cadillac guys are almost always here at bob's. they play musical chairs with the parking spots. this one got lucky tonight, out from under the roof of the drive-up, and below the neon. and just a hint of the last of the sunset. and the white paint really reflects all of that color back.

haven't been there in over a month. now the time has changed, and it gets dark early. in spite of the longer drive from the new office, i still got there about five-thirty. apparently, still too early for much to be there, but i just didn't feel like waiting. going to "bed" "early," if you can call nine-thirty early.

look at that, look at that cadillac

so when i was getting my degree in graphic design, i took a few photography classes. both photography and design classes required that you put your work up on the wall so everyone could pick it apart. the theory was that if you knew what wasn't working, you'd know how to do better next time.

you also learned pretty quickly how to defend your work, why you chose to put it up. started to put only what you considered your best, what you were willing to stand by, irrelevant of other's opinions. so there's the reason i never do a photo dump. don't waste space with every little fart in the wind.

i post these few cars up here because they please my eye. they're a record of where i've been, memories of light on that day. i hope they delight you as much as they do for me.

so i've spent the last few times out chasing sunsets. longer exposures make it harder to get shots without some blur of a person walking into the frame. but still having fun, so i'll keep shooting, at least for now.