stow away with me.

Some cool nice cars with girls images today:

stow away with me.


Image by Hammonton Photography
1/11

This was taken through the side mirror of my car, obviously.
I was parked at the storage unit tonight, waiting for my husband to come home from work.

– All in all I just like this, I don’t know exactly why I do- but I do.
I do know that I like the colors and tones in this photograph. I also like the rays from the lights, in the reflection. Another noteable detail is the reflection on the window from the speedometer.

I hope that everyone has a nice Tuesday!

FF16: K-One/Girls 2000


Image by 12th St David (taking a breather)
Mamiya C3, Sekor 65mm f3.5, Fuji Pro 400h, f11 1/125

From a photowalk with Alex R. (rt48state).

It’s time for another Freedom Friday (fka Failure Friday aka Freedom to Fail Friday)!! Today, it’s more an excuse to tell the story behind the shot.

As background, when I started photowalkin’ with Alex and a larger posse, we gave ourselves the nom de la photographie "NO PICTURES," because, inevitably, someone would hassle us at least once per walk, with some variation on that exact phrase, except usually in deep New-Yorkese ("NO PICKCHIZ!")

This shot was when that moment happened on this particular photowalk.

Alex and I stumbled onto the preparation for a street fair on Flatbush. Traffic was blocked off, but the fair hadn’t started up, so photographic conditions were excellent — I could stand in the middle of the street without worrying about getting hit by a car in the name of my dubious "art."

When we got to this spot, Alex (being a bit more discrete with his little rangefinder) got off a shot with no problem. I, on the other hand, wobbled around with my clunky Mamiya, trying to find a good angle. Nose deep in the ground glass, I didn’t notice the storeowner angrily marching out until he was all up in my grill, just as I was firing the shutter (hence the slightly jiggled shot here).

I tried to calm the guy down, told him that I just like taking pictures of old signs with my old camera, I meant no harm. It didn’t really work — he took out his cameraphone and asked how I’d like it if he took my picture. I tried to smile for his counterphoto and, having gotten my shot, started to walk away.

Now, about Alex. I have known Alex since the late Reagan administration. I hope he won’t be embarrassed if I say that he’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. But put Alex in a No Pictures situation, and all I can say is Do. Not. Step. Basically, Mr. Girls 2000 was about to witness the strength of street knowledge, as rt48state Esq. schooled him about photographer’s rights. I sort of felt bad that I was already walking away while Alex was defending me and my rights (including, but not limited to, my right of publicity), and one might even say, uncharitably, that I did not have his back. But it was all over soon, with what might be called an agreement to disagree.

Oh, also, as you can see here, though it sounds like some sort of gentleman’s club, it’s actually just a place to buy inexpensive tank tops and booty jeans.

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