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Fall in Georgia…

I seem to have missed the peak fall colors in Georgia.  Just like I missed them in New England also.  It was a tease to see the hints of color, but nope, not the peak color.  But I really did have a wonderful summer, and a great trip to the car museum with the photography group.  And like the optimist I am there is always next year…

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I kept seeing landscapes and city scenes in the rust on the cars.  Looked more amazing in person than the pictures turned out, but what the heck…

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Agendas…

When I signed on to join the photo group for a trip to the Old Car Museum I didn’t have an agenda.  I was just glad to have a different place to go for photos, plus I’ve spent enough time with members of the group that I knew I’d have fun.  The agenda came later.  I wanted to see a ’56 Chevy BelAir, even if I knew that I didn’t stand a chance of seeing one like the one I learned to drive on.  That one was colorful.  The roof was black and the body of the car was yellow.  But that was before my father had a fender bender in it.  Replacement front fenders and hood came from a junk yard, and they were green.  Let’s just say that you saw that car coming. My father taught me to drive.  He was a fireman and therefore was able to get a key to the huge fairgrounds in our town.  With it’s roads and buildings it was a good place to practice your driving skills.  One memorable day I took a corner a little fast and nearly clipped the corner of one of the buildings.  My father breathed a sigh of relief and told me that he was going to tell me to watch out but in the moment he couldn’t remember my name!

It wasn’t temperamental, this car, you could start from a dead stop in any gear.  I was driving my father to work one day and as we went over a bridge the hood popped up!  You had to keep on your toes with that car.  It wasn’t beautiful, or a status symbol, but for some silly reason I remember it fondly.  Or maybe it was the time I spent with my father that makes me sentimental.

And no, search as I did I didn’t find a ’56 Chevy Bel Air.  The closest I got was a ’57 (I think.)  The tail light detail was rounded, softer, in the ’56.  Maybe next time… 11-2oldcarcitytruckbike11-2oldcarcityoldsmobile11-2oldcarcitymotel11-2oldcarcitydoors11-2oldcarcitycar11-2oldcarcitycar211-2oldcarcityapache1011-2oldcarcitybelaire

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Old Car City…

Imagine for a second that you are living far into the future.  And you are an archeologist.  And you have unearthed this scene.  What conclusions would you draw from the scene before you?  What catastrophic event must have occurred to have caused the carnage implied by these images.  It must have been tragic…11-2oldcarcitytrail111-2oldcarcitytrail211-2oldcarcitytrail311-2oldcarcitywagon11-2oldcarcitytrail411-2oldcarcityairplane11-2oldcarcitycar11-2oldcarcitycar211-2oldcarcitysteeringwheel

I will have 8 hours in the car tomorrow to work on pictures.  In theory at least.  I’ll really have as long as it takes for my laptop battery to leave me.  There were six miles of trails lined with scenes like these.  I can see why I was told that you can’t see it all in one day.   What a fun place to visit.