(*give or take a week here and there for vacations)
This month's theme is...Vintage!
For quite some time now, I had been wanting to photograph an old truck sitting near the port of Sonoma. The first time I was scheduled to go, heavy rains poured and continued pouring for days. The second time, I loaded my camera bag into my car and realized as I was driving up to the truck that I had left my memory card in the card reader at home. Oh, well.
This week, I remembered to pack the entire arsenal (triple checked!) and drove to the spot after work. As I was walking up, I noticed that a tripod was already set up near the truck. Just my luck. But I figured that since I was already there I might as well just take my pictures and go.
As I got closer, I noticed a really cute guy lying on the ground taking pictures of the side of the truck. He said "Hi" and I said "Hi" back. He made me feel at ease with his smile. Hazards of the job.
Take that my darling Hunk of a husband, working hard during your "business trip" in Vegas; I got to meet a really cute photography buff/colleague (let's call him "Smiley") while on a shoot.
Smiley stood up and I thought to myself, "You can take my picture anyti..."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Smiley had a blonde subject who was clad in nothing but white super skinny jeans (size negative 0002) and a chunky beaded necklace. Everything was tastefully covered, of course.
Smiley kindly offered to stop his photo shoot so that I could start mine. I declined, of course, and said that I would just take the other side of the truck. I was trying to recall where I'd seen him before - this Andrew-McCarthy-in-his-prime-look-alike. I could not place him. Heck, at that moment I wouldn't be able to tell you my name if you asked me.
So dear friends, after 3 attempts to capture this baby in all its splendor, including rust, cobwebs and layers of grime that spoke of a glorious past...
Here she is...or, at least half of her.
Have a mellow weekend, folks!