I’m still around, just busy with various things, mostly my car photography work. Due to their reflective nature, classic cars take a lot longer to work on than photos of other things; even if I’m able to position myself to get the shot without my own reflection, distracting (and sometimes distressing…) reflections of other people and things are often absolutely unavoidable.
Also often necessary is the removal of specks and splotches of dirt, random smudges, and dead bugs from what should be a smooth surface. The Surface Blur feature can sometimes help here, but usually only the smallest specks are whisked away; manual correction of larger blemishes is, though time-consuming and a little tedious, the best way to rid a car of it. Spending an hour or more simply removing such things from the side or back end of a classic car is not at all uncommon!
Just for fun* today, I thought I’d give you all a peek at a before & after of one of my classic car photos. Of course, what you see above is the “after”—after all, it’s wise to put our best foot forward, dear hearts! It is a little dark because the car—a swoon-inducing 1958 De Soto Firedome—was parked in the shadow of a building near the end of the day.
Glamourous detail, don’t you think? The stylized head of explorer Hernando De Soto rests between the Firedome’s new-for-’58 dual headlights, every millimeter of chrome and sheet metal smoother and more flawless than a beauty queen’s skin.
Early last week my husband was reminded that he had three weeks of vacation stacked up, and this reminder came with a strong hint that he was welcome to, after a great deal of hard work this year, take the remainder of 2013 off. He was happy to do so, and in order to be able to spend more time with him (we’re hoping to do some local wintertime “tourism”) as well as getting year-end stuff done, I’ve decided to wrap up my posts for the year unless something completely amazing happens. Continue reading
I certainly would not mind finding one of these in the driveway on Christmas morning—but then, who wouldn’t?
(Hey, a girl can dream—and save her pennies!)
One finds a lot of interesting things roaming around central Ohio. The combination of Big City surrounded by Farmland is bound to result in things sticking around in various forms of use and disuse. Still, thus far, nothing has been able to top this particular barn find I stumbled across: a gorgeous candy-apple red ’58 Impala just hanging out in a field!
Chevrolet’s 1958 Impala is one of my very favourite cars—certainly in my top ten. This love affair began early in my life, but was cemented during a little cruise I took up and down Woodward one midsummer evening. Exiting Birmingham, I found myself behind a showroom-gorgeous emerald ’58 convertible, her horizontal fins mesmerizing me enough that I followed the car far beyond my intention just to gape at her. Sunset, classic cars—they go together very well, and it’s a drug this gal finds irresistible.
I found this beauty a little before the magic hour, but she was beautiful anyhow (even with the Continental kit, something I’m not really a fan of, it must be said).
Now that my most recent journey along Route 66 is finished and completely posted *cries*, it’s back to working on my first love, photography-wise: classic cars!
I chanced upon this gorgeous 1958 Impala at a car show in Wintersville, Ohio—fortuitously, at sunset. The ’58 is absolutely my favourite year for the Impala, and is, in my opinion, one of the most handsome vehicles Chevy ever produced. Little beauty marks like the roofline vent above the sexily curving rear window of the car are some of the details for which car designers (in the case of this car, the great Harley Earl) in the 1950s are still rightfully admired.
By the way, this beauty had plenty of power beneath the hood: though of course Chevy’s base V6 was available, buyers could (and I’m guessing did) choose instead from numerous V8 options ranging from a 283ci to a 348ci, one with three dual-barrel carburetors—providing 280 horses for the driver’s use. Thus, many consider Chevrolet’s glamourous 1958 Impala to be the first real muscle car.
Talk about a dreamboat…
Have a great Monday!
This gorgeous yellow Packard is one of my favourite cars at Afton Station on Route 66 in Oklahoma. The Station, fixed up and run as a lighthearted, fun museum-esque stop along the Road by the delightful Laurel Kane, is a must-see-site if you’re taking a Mother Road trip or if you’re in the area. (Once I’m finally done working on the many—hm, Jen and classic cars equal a gazillion shots, who is surprised?—photos I took there, I hope to put up a post about Afton Station!)
We missed Afton Station on our first 66 trip, but made up for it the second time by visiting on both our westbound and return eastbound trip—encouraged by Laurel, who mentioned as we were heading west that the new addition to the Station would probably be open by the time we were on our way back. Who could resist the opportunity to be among the first to see the expanded digs? Not this Packard fan! I’m so glad I did, too; visitors have a great view of the small fleet of Packards. Plus Laurel and Afton Station are, really, just fantastic anyhow.
At any rate, I hope this golden beauty has brightened up the Monday in what is probably the first full week of work most of us are looking at in a couple of weeks. Here’s to a productive Monday!