As a photographer, one of my favorite things to do is drive around and come to a halt whenever something catches my eye. One day recently, I had my Canon AE-1 sitting on my passenger’s front seat, pondering what I might like to photograph with it. I got no further than my very own street, when I spotted this car sitting outside one of the houses. Of course, I stopped my car, jumped out, and snapped a few shots.
I have a great love for classic cars. I think this comes from my childhood, when our family car was a 1954 Pontiac Star chief which my father had named “Kawliga.” Dad even had the car’s name painted on the side of the car. We attended classic car shows often, and sometimes put our car in the shows. This was a big part of the culture of my family when I was a child. So when I began doing photography, old cars were among my favorite subjects. To be cliche, I’d say “they just don’t make ’em like that anymore.”
When you see a photo I have taken of one of these beautifully-crafted automobiles, you’ll know that I’ve photographed it for far deeper reasons than because I wanted to make an interesting photograph; I’ve photographed it because cars like that are a piece of who I am.