With my camera at my side, I set out for downtown, hoping to find a vintage car or two to photograph. As luck would have it, I came across a 1950 Ford F1 truck (parked in perfect light!) and began photographing the details.
I soon noticed incredible reflections of color and
was surprised at how clearly the details of my surroundings seemed to jump right off of the black paint of the truck.
I heard a car coming, stepped aside, and continued to admire the reflections. Through my viewfinder, I watched a new reflection move up the side of the truck. A new reflection, which provided me with more to admire
and to focus on.
Another vintage Ford (from the 1930s) parked right next to me!
Today, I’m thinking about my love for photographing vintage cars.
Here is a beauty from 1957,
a Chevy Impala SS,
and an old Chevy truck in the fall morning light in my neighborhood.
I love the colors, details,
and the passion vintage car owners express for their cars.
And, every now and then, cars provide an amusing location for self portraits as well!