Now let me take a minute to tell you something about the car in the next photo. I saw it out, perched in the driveway, as I crossed the street and headed down the block. I thought it was just hanging out, soaking in the sun but just as I lifted my camera to take a photo, I saw a lady in a straw hat giving it a wash. My introverted-ness kicked in and I immediately put the camera down and continued on my walk. I past the car and its lovely home and owner, down the block past another few houses, and as I stepped off the curb to cross the street, I paused. Right there, right off the sidewalk (fully blocking a prized city parking space, by the way). It was a moment of internal conflict.
I've been enamored with classic cars for a long time. My MIL's Alfa Romeo even made a cameo in our wedding photos. I'll be the first to admit this is purely a superficial attraction. I, much like Jon Snow, no nothing (about classic cars). I couldn't tell you the first thing about what "offically" makes them special. For me, it's purely aesthetic. The lines, the curves, the details, the colors - all reminders of a bygone era. Looking at them stirs the same feelings as when I look at old film photos of people and places I've never met or visited but feel like I belong to. I can't help but photograph them and that draw is even stronger now that I've been shooting solely film for personal work. Film and classic cars go together like peanut butter and jelly.
I stood frozen in the street, camera in hand, heart being pulled back to that cream car in the driveway. I knew if I continued on my way without taking a shot, I'd regret it. I wanted to freeze that scene, that moment, to revisit again and again and if I didn't, I'd be flat out angry with myself. But I also didn't want to intrude or interrupt her task! So I walked over to a tree and looked up. Doo di-doo di-doo... don't mind me, just looking up a tree. Wouldn't you know the sunlight was just perfect at that moment, so I snapped the golden glow through the leaves then, without pausing to think, lowered my camera and took the shot I really wanted. It wasn't until after that I noticed the lady in the straw hat looking in my direction. I bet she gets a lot of folks who want to pictures of her car. I smiled and waved, she waved back, and I went on my way, back to the never-ending hunt for heart-stopping scenes.