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!
Sunny, patiently waiting in a 56 Chevy.
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!