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may showers

1949 chevy deluxe convertible

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?...

— smokey robinson

who needs april showers, when you get these skies in may? jacket weather. hanging out at hospitals. busy month. 

my birthday happened too, but did nothing that day, and usually don't care about it. ask me how old i am, and i have to do math in my head. not really something i obsess about. my son did take me out for dinner a few days later. didn't hear from the other kid...pretty typical.


another car from the los angeles bombs cinco de mayo show. before the rain came. good thing, since this car had the top down.

beautiful cars. how can we not want to take pictures of them?

may shower

1950 chevy deluxe

1950 chevy deluxe

it did shower after i left the show the other day. happily, got a lot of shots in before i left. great clouds, great cars.

i think it was this car, that the owner ran up excitedly to ask if i'd taken a shot of his car at a recent high school fundraiser. he showed me the pic on his phone. yep. i remembered him then.

seemed to be happy, and looking forward to seeing another one. happy to oblige.

yesterday

1936 buick eight

busy day yesterday.

had rained a bit the day and night before. i knew it was completely possible our family member was getting released from the hospital, and that i was going to have to be there with my car, to be the taxi driver.

not knowing the when, i decided to go to the local car show first, check my phone frequently, then i would head out to santa anita, if there was still time.

i was at the los angeles bombs' second anniversary show before eight in the morning. figured, cinco de mayo weekend, and a sunday, i could sleep in a little and still get there to get a parking space.

and i did. my usual parking spot, right up front. and then the club members were there setting up their trophy table and tent.

so i just shot pics of the two or three cars that were there for a good ten minutes, until more cars arrived. the skies were mostly cloudy off and on, and always a chance of rain, but it didn't stop people from showing up.

other photographers arrived, and i met a couple of fellow instagrammers. very nice and talented guys. one had stopped at santa anita first, and realized that the bomb club show had been cancelled because of the rain. thanks. saved me a trip out of the way.

the lot was about half full by the time i took a break, then heard that i needed to get over to the hospital to make my pick up.

i have quite a few decent shots from yesterday, that i hope to have time to post, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

i rather like this buick eight. caught it during a brief moment of the sun shining through, with colors not muted down by the overcast.


made it to the hospital on time. it did pour on us a while on the way home. as unexpected as that was, the wheelchair on the back of my better half's vehicle got a bit soaked. he's currently trying to clean it up, and hoping the electronics and motor didn't get fizzled.

attest

1958 chevy impala

having recently had the experience of repeatedly having to drive back and forth to the hollywood area over the last several days for a family medical issue, i can hereby attest to the sheer hell of driving in los angeles. fuckity fuckity fucksticks. and i may/will probably have to drive back over there at least once or twice more today and/or tomorrow. much more of that, i'll find myself in a hospital, if not from an accident, from having my own heart attack from the stress.

it's not like i'm driving like a little old lady, but if you're not going at least eighty on the freeway, you're in the way. and the glorious stretch of the ten, where several freeways split off is just a hell of a good time if you're in the wrong lane. and if the mapping program sends me off to another freeway for no good reason, say the one-o-one, that is just as delicious.

surface streets are just as fun, like running a gauntlet. stay out of the right lane until the last minute before your turn, or you get stuck behind cars parked at the curb. even better are running up to double-parked, i'll just be a minute cars.

do see some interesting people in the outer limits away from the hospital, though, and neighborhoods, that may have possibly been quite nice at one time.

anyway, airing out and cleaning the house, in case said patient gets to sent home today. too soon, and we're really pushing back to have that not happen. otherwise, all's good. things are hectic, but roll with the punches, eh?


here's a beautifully polished fifty-eight impala. yummy color, just want to eat it...but i already had a chocolate bar today...better half keeping fat. thanks d.

possibility of some rain this weekend, to mix things up. really wanted to get out to a show, so maybe it will happen later in the afternoon.

feliz cinco de mayo a todos.

new life

1948 chevy fleetline

owner of this car came over one row to specifically say hello to me.

i was shooting another car at the time, but i didn't mind. the sun was already pretty high in the sky, so i'm not missing the light changing much.

he pointed out his car when i asked. fleetline, one of my favs.  

took my time on the aisle of cars i was already shooting, but definitely told him i'd shoot it. took a few when i came back around to it. 

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hoping to get out to a show or two this weekend, but things happening at home may keep me busy. beyond my control, truly. 

daddy's girl

1980 porsche 928

i know this car. my dad bought it when he ran his own business, back in the day. it was a business expense. a good story goes with it, and probably haven't got the complete story right, but i know he reads this blog sometimes, so he can comment if he doesn't agree.

at the beginning of the eighties, he used to tool around in an early seventies ford pinto. you know, the ones that would explode in a fireball if they got hit on the back bumper. it was a real piece of crap. mostly my sister drove it to work and back.

i guess he'd dreamt about getting a nine-twenty-eight since he'd first seen one, and started figuring out what it would take to own one. he'd done some research, and knew he wanted the car in a dark blue, and had tracked down a dealership that had one in stock.

at some point, he decided today was the day, and drove up to the dealership and parked at the front curb in that stupid pinto, no doubt dressed quite casually, but hopefully not in the greasy clothes he'd work on cars in.

now, as i understand it, car salesmen are a competitive bunch, and are like wolves on the prowl, when i possible customer walks onto the lot. but none of these guys wanted to waste their time talking to him.

i want to say it was late spring, so the weather was warm, and the pack of them were watching for customers from the air-conditioned sales room. guessing they got a good laugh seeing this rube climb out of that trash filled car. so they sent out the newest guy, with the least experience at wheeling and dealing, not expecting anything to come of it.

apparently back in those days, they didn't run the full credit check on you before you went out for a drive. he talked his way into a test drive, and the newbie took him through his paces, being good practice on his salesmanship.

after returning to the dealership, they go inside to continue with the sales banter, talking about options and colors and the like. at some point, my dad said he'd take it, the other sales guys watching nearby. i'm a little fuzzy on whether he played the offer and counter offer game, or just named a price, but knowing him, he probably opted for the latter.

the sales guy went along with the discussion, wondering how he intended to pay for the car. at that point, my dad takes out his wallet, and starts laying down thousand dollar bills. no doubt, that left the other salesmen spitting out their coffee or standing slack-jawed on the loss of that commission.

he'd planned it all out--he thought it would be funny, so he'd stopped at the bank on the way to buy the car.

pretty sure that young newbie sales guy made salesperson of the month that year.

my dad drove back later with my older brother, to pick up the pinto.


i drove the car a few times when i was a high school senior, to pick up my younger brother. i loved the purr of that engine, and the smell of the leather interior. and it did move real fast. just sayin...not like i went speeding in it...nooooo. that was other kids. i admit it was pretty cool. i may have been a lifelong wallflower, and never popular, but i didn't care when i drove around the school parking lot in that thing.

my dad drove it for about twenty years. probably after ten years of owning it, he started tinkering with it, trying to do repairs himself. always bitched about the service at the dealership, and it was only getting more expensive. he'd shut down his business by then, and the car had already been written off, so it was all on him to keep it running.

and my dad was getting older, and couldn't really hear well, making it difficult to hear when the motor sounded off. he installed a loud noise maker to go with the turn signals, as he couldn't hear the blinker when it stopped shutting off after completing turns, and hated driving about with the turn signal on.

then someone ran into it once, and my dad got banged up a little, but the car was mostly ok.

after that, i can only remember that he'd gutted the interior for some reason. i do not know if it was related to the accident, or if he was hunting down a short in a wire...i think it had also caught fire. he never really got it put back together quite right from that time on. seats weren't bolted back in, but he drove it anyway. it got full of garbage and spare parts.

finally, he just kept it covered in the driveway, as he got too old to deal with it.

my older brother took it on as a project car, something to do when he visited the parents every few months. he found the original maintenance manuals at a car show, and studied them meticulously. 

he dropped a refurbed engine into it and got it running again. my dad decided he didn't want it in the driveway anymore and/or didn't want to insure it, so he gave it to my brother, who shipped it back east, to his house.

he and his kids continued to tinker with it, and drive it around town.

their kids are grown and moved out now, so they sold their house, and moved further south, into a smaller condo, with only a one car garage.

somehow he got my other brother to let him park it at his house, since he has the space. it's been there a year now. his wife is starting to whine about the thing being there, undriven. 

older bro stops by once in a while to start the engine, and drive it around the block. younger bro is afraid to drive it too far, afraid it will break down and that he'd have to pay to get it towed. nephew wants the car, but really hasn't got a garage for it yet, so there it sits.


glad i made it out to see it while i was on my business trip, as i hadn't been into photography of old cars back when it sat in my dad's driveway for years. i'm sure if no one wants it or has room for it, it will be sold or donated, since it's like a boat...a money pit.

no, i didn't drive it. aside from being blocked in the driveway by another car, when the cover was taken off, we noticed it had hundreds of tiny little white mites or bugglets of some sort crawling around the window edges. just assumed they're probably on the inside, and i wasn't having any of that.

merry go round

1949 chevy deluxe

one thing after another around here lately. sort of a carousel.

one emergency over, another to worry about in the next week or so. being ambiguous. i like that word. more mysterious than just saying anything directly. if you know what i'm talking about, you're on the inside, if you don't, it's not important that you do.

didn't have the energy to go to any car shows today, nor probably this weekend, though i badly wanted to be there. maybe next year. big shows next week...definitely next week. that can be my mantra, no matter what happens this week.

you do miss me when i'm gone, don't you? nah, i'm more successful at being the fly on the wall, quietly walking through your life, shooting pictures of your cars. you probably haven't noticed.


saw this car sitting down at the end of the parking lot. dude sitting inside, talking on the phone to someone. he didn't appear to be in a hurry to get inside the show. i do not remember the half of the conversation that i might have overheard, but i'm going with he couldn't decide whether it was worth it, or if his friends were going to show up.

it really was a lightly attended show this year, so not sure that i'd blame him.

and then...

1938 chevy

1938 chevy

so back in so cal, off the plane yesterday, unpack, eat, sleep six hours, and back to a full day and then some, of work. already feeling scatter brained from being away from the office for most of two weeks, and it usually takes a couple of days to get back on track. ugh, i still need to do expense reports...maybe tomorrow.

gotta do a headshot tomorrow as well, so hoping i everything goes right. i'll pretend she's a small car, maybe a metropolitan.

better half dealing with a family emergency; i'm on standby, waiting to hear if/when i should be there.

dealt with the landlord when i arrived back at home after the hour and a half drive home. so not a lot has changed on that score.

...distracted by a monster truck trying to parallel park across the street from my window...entertaining, yet so stupid looking. closing the curtains...

anyway, i can't even think straight right now.

i owe a couple of people a view of their car from the last show i went to at walnut high school. i'll get around to them, promise. just need to find a moment to concentrate.

throwing this one out there, just cuz it was ready to go, and it pleases me, with the fluffy clouds overhead. not going to take the time to worry that it looks a wee bit dark on my screen. pretty sure i need to do some adjustments, or all my pics will be edited too dark.

bass ackwards

1941 chevy hood ornament

1941 chevy hood ornament

i did shoot this ornament from this side, but feel like it needs to be flipped, so it's "looking towards the future." but the drivel filling the space below, is looking back a few days, about a photography class i attended, here in hot, but not yet sultry, florida.


i've always done things in not quite the proper or expected way, be it kid first, wedding second, changing my name for one but not for another. my mother must have been disappointed at the time, and continues to be confused by my choices.

sitting here in florida for the past three days hanging out with hundreds of photographers, wannabes, and world-renown experts in photography and photoshop, taking in my annual training/improving my skills/learn how to do stuff better at work thing. while not feeling like a complete idiot with a camera, i am surrounded by not just a few camera snobs. if it ain't canon or nikon, it ain't shit. 

i'm sorry. your camera has a sony sensor...look it up. 

first day, i took a class on posing people and lighting. need to learn more about it, since i will have to shoot headshots for work. three hours of the instructor's explanations and examples, then an hour letting us take turns with four studio setups with lights and models. 

here i show up with the only sony i have that will accept their flash trigger. even tested that it would actually work with the lights before class. no problemo. 

before she lets us loose to work with the models, she gives us the camera settings for iso, shutter speed and so forth, in manual mode. check, check, and check, but then there is one setting blinking on my screen--m.m. -2.0. i'm in line to shoot and i cannot figure out what the camera needs to make it stop. to me, a negative exposure is going to be dark. i can't find any setting in the menus showing anything but zero.

i ask the people around me, since many actually do take pictures in studios and/or have some intermediate knowledge of what we're doing. camera settings are camera settings, regardless of brand name; it's the menus that are different, that freak people out.

they all take a look at my screen and get a strange look on their face, not recognizing the display.  when they see that it's a sony, they back away as if i've brought a voodoo doll to class and i've already shoved a pin in it. fine. i get out of line and ask the instructor. she can't help either, but says the other settings are good.

i head back to the line i was in, heading to the end, but they had saved my spot, and i was next. fuck. 

i'm seriously shy, and out of my comfort zone as it is, but i go for it, cuz it's my turn, and we're all pretending like we know stuff. 

i walk up and shake hands with the model, in this setup, it' a guy who might as well be ryan reynolds' twin brother. sure i can work with deadpool.

i tell him my name and confess that i am completely out of my element and haven't worked with directing people before. these models expect that, and will help by doing some initial poses to start you shooting. great, right? 

no. i put my camera up to my eye and i see...nothing. it's dark. hmmm. ok, then open the screen on the back of the camera, same thing. hold it up and blindly point it at the guy and squeeze off a few frames, and yes, the big ass lights fire as they should. but i can't see what i'm shooting, so i pass the trigger to the next guy and quickly go back to my seat, not bothering with the other setups.

i know it is probably something simple but i don't know what term to look up to fix it. i send my better half a picture of the flashing display, but he was really very busy with work at that moment and didn't know off the top of his head. 

aside from that, i've only brought two lenses with me. one is perfect for close-up headshots and/or stand from a good distance to get more of the body or motion in the frame, being a prime lens on my crop sensor. not enough space for that, but i really want it's sharpness.  

the other was my wide angle, which, is good for cars, but i really didn't want to be all up in their faces or want the distortion.  

i ended up changing back to my usual settings i like for car shows. everything normal, screen and viewing through eyepiece just as expected. wtf. i just watched everyone else and fired a few shots of models from where i was. then class was over.

wasn't pissed that it didn't work, because it did...there was just a setting that i didn't know and no one to help think it through. 

i was back at my car, trying to decide where to get dinner when my better half calls and says he found out what i needed to do to fix it. really was just a matter of making the camera not use the "live" view feature which was trying to interpret the settings given by the teacher, and making it a very dark screen, as the flash hadn't fired as i looked through the eyepiece yet. a simple menu setting to turn it off, but not in an obvious place when you don't know what you're looking for. 

oh well. not a completely wasted day, but very frustrating.

i did enjoy the older gentleman, who seemed to like to brag about his experience and what he does, in a very loud, deep voice, to anyone and everyone. not only that day, but over the next couple as well. bloviating, self important, and obnoxious.

i guess he is that insecure, he needed to hear everyones' praises when he showed off some of his images. even submitted one for an instructor to critique. teacher said it was ok, not great, more of a lucky shot. he argued with the story behind the picture, how he had to wait to get it, and that the company had used it for a calendar and other things, with him getting paid in benefits like a free membership for a year, etc. i wanted to tell him to just shutup.

headed out again

back at lax, in an apparently newer terminal. work is paying for this trip, so i enjoyed breakfast from wolfgang puck, but there were also options from the habit or wahoos. interesting. lax has always been more of a run down dump before. maybe i've just never flown this carrier before. anyway, nice so far. acoustics suck for announcements and someone keeps opening a security door, setting off ear searing alarms. 

i only worked three days this week, but i feel like i packed forty hours into them, staying late trying to get stuff done. zero time to play with my pictures, so i just snagged this one straight from the camera this morning, no editing...didn't even have time to slap my name on it. oh well. 

going to miss chicano park day, and i'm really bummed. one of my favorite shows, and better half and i usually make a weekend in san diego out of it. responsibilities keeping him home, and here i am off on another trip without him. 

off to florida, where both of my brothers are, so maybe i can catch them both somewhere in the middle of the state. my mom wants me to be sure and take pictures--she was peeved that i took exactly zero pictures of relatives last week. seriously.

has been a crazy month, but i guess i did it to myself. i needed to get away and do the stereotypical recharge. missing the cars tho... 

i have a few other hood ornaments to get me through the week, if i feel the need to say anything. ttfn, my flight is boarding...