another photographer’s truck. old guy, he’s everywhere. don’t know him well, but he always says hello. knows everyone.
had to wait for his fanboys and him to go off somewhere else, so i could take a few shots. they’re ok; at least he parked off away from other cars.
hey rey. happy new year.
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went out to the just memories/kustom classics toy drive last night in bellflower. i’m a bit rusty, as i haven’t been out as much.
got there about four-thirty, before the official start time. really just some of the club cars there, and mostly the hopper types. shrugged and just went with it, since i was there.
figured i try to remember how to do night shots like i used to when i’d go to the broiler. have you noticed how fast the sun takes a dive this time of year? just blink and it’s dark early, too.
no one really bothered me, while i skuttled around trying to stay out of the way, as more cars did show up eventually. the lot got pretty full by the time i left three hours later.
i did run into one friendly face, who did chat for a bit. apparently he had heard i’d been in a bad accident, hit by a car or something. first i’d heard of it. wasn’t me, obviously, as i was there chatting with him, but fun story anyway. i was expecting to start hearing stuff, since i don’t go out much—family obligations get priority—can only juggle so much.
this was the last shot of the night. i’d done one more look around, and saw this one sitting in front of carl’s. i’d shot it from the other side, as there were a couple of guys sitting where i’d set my tripod on the other side, but then the owner, i presume, said he liked it better from the other side. i saw that it had the spare tire on it, so i agreed. told him there were dudes there and didn’t want to bother them, whereupon, he got them to move.
it turned out ok, in spite of people that did walk through my long exposures.
to the wordsmith that felt the need to send me the email “ur dumb” with the three word message: “this website sucks,”… i applaud your economy of words; precise and to the point, yet lacking in any real constructive criticism. be still my heart. what shall i do?
no one is keeping you here. perhaps you should stick to the instagram page—no reading necessary.
and then i got on with my life…
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almost midnight in florence, and my kid has found one way or another to get online and watch the dodger game. lol. would have thought the wine they drank at dinner would have knocked him out, but he’s all keyed up to watch the game.
no real plan for the morning, so sleeping in anyway. we ended the evening early with gelatos, but trying to upload pics for family to see just seems to make the time scream by, and now it’s later than i’d expected.
going to climb four-hundred-sixty-three steps tomorrow, to the top of the duomo—top of the cupola of this famous church—which is about double what we did today, so i need the rest.
posting this bad-ass truck, cuz it’s a beautiful color, and oh so shiny.
my dad was happy to see me the other day.
middle of the night he was so sure that my sister had called to tell him that i’d been driving to whittier late at night with my daughter’s dog beast, and that i’d fallen asleep behind the wheel half way there. apparently i’d plowed into a divider at an off ramp, and both dog and me presumably died instantly.
he had the phone in his hand and was going to call her back to see if it was a joke. then decided maybe he was just imagining it.
my mom came upstairs to bed soon after, and was able to confirm it was just a really vivid dream. i guess a few days earlier it had been my sister’s turn, but i can’t remember how she met her fate.
he has been hallucinating lately, probably a side effect of one of his meds. doctor had him stop that med, so they are not happening as realistically anymore, hence he is able to stop and recognize it may just be all in his head.
but still. i don’t remember most of my dreams anymore, but when i do, a lot of them do happen. deja vu? so i sort of don’t like that he’d told me about it.
on the other hand, there is no reason i’d be driving up there with that dog, as he wouldn’t be allowed in the house. but i have driven southbound very sleepy before, and that isn’t good either.
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anyway, la patina and his friend here, parked in the lot behind the whittier cinemas a few months ago at the uptown car show. they seem to be made for each other, studies in rust, perseverence, and restoration.
though old, they get around easily, so probably didn’t need to park in handicap spot.
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i got back from my road trip two days early. caught up on some sleep today.
i should go for a walk, but i've only been out of the house to drive somewhere to pick up lunch. so tired of the food places uptown, but i don't know what else i'd have. kinda craving a salad right now. one out by house, not here in whittier. maybe when i go visit my parents...
i noticed some bananas getting over-ripe in the kitchen, so i guess i'll make some bread. way to spend some free days, right?
truck from the veteranos' kick back at in-n-out...was just a week ago now? two? haven't seen one of these models in a while.
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beauty of a truck here in whittier, from a few weeks ago. had to do the waiting game for several shots; for another photographer, for a videographer, for the background traffic, for other random people. it's a car show, so it comes with the territory. i'm not in a hurry, so i wait. or come back later.
trolls. i have trolls. not for me, specifically, more as a conduit. they're frustrated, and rattling cages, and can't get through to the person they want, so hello me.
don't want to shut down commenting, but thinking about it, at least for a little while, until they forget about me. i don't got time for dat, and it's not about me anyway. sounds like i need some sort of salve.
a unique truck seen at pomona earlier this month. kinda ugly, but i sorta like it. not a lot of people around; after not having a swap meet in december, i'm guessing everyone had raced over to find needed parts before they were gone.
went to the doctor today. she'd noticed a mole...i argue it was just a freckle...and wanted to have it checked out.
so got it numbed up and she scraped off whatever part of it she wanted, and supposedly i have three stitches where the thing used to be.
pretty sure it was nothing, and bitch just wanted to cut me.
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not feeling well enough to go out to car shows right now, but good enough to walk uptown. so, cruise on by, so i can take a picture. it's my own little car show driving past our window, most every day.
heard some news from an old co-worker today. bad times. that sucks. happened to check facebook messenger, which i hardly ever do, and there was a month old message there. they happened to be online when i replied.
then another former co-worker's dog passed away a few weeks before xmas. that had to be ruff. see what i did there. been there, done that. losing a pet always sucks.
hoping for a better new year for everyone.
here's an old shot from the bomb club show last summer at santa anita racetrack. an old truck with 'character.'
those spindly palm trees kind of bother me, but not enough to erase them.
i like this picture, lens flares and all. let's just say there's a ghost in the driver's seat.
i've been away from home for two weeks probably, taking care of getting my dad to his hospital stay, followed by another week of getting over the worst cold i've had in a long time.
now i've been back in whittier for about twenty-four hours. enough to get some laundry done, and walk uptown for lunch. heading off to work in the early morning monday, doing a couple of rescheduled doctor appointments of my own in the afternoon. then tuesday, i'm off on a road trip to seattle.
small window of good weather before xmas, so off i go driving my kid's car to her. better half can't go with; mom won't go with, dad won't go with, bro isn't in town, sister busy, so me, myself and i keeping company in an untested car.
and then i'll still have a bunch of vacay hours i could take...
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pomona swap meet tomorrow. and i'm sick as a dog, though i've never really seen a sick dog. gonna miss the pre-dawn shots like this one, when hardly anyone is around. early bird gets the shot.
my dad got out of the hospital on wednesday evening, straight into evening drive time. took more than two hours to get home, and he had a craving for a philly cheesesteak sandwich. cardiac diet off and running.
trying to find him alternatives to diet pepsi, and fortunately, twelve packs of soft drinks are on sale now, so picked up six different flavors.
he seems to have picked up the cold too. not good for him. did we catch it at the hospital? prob take him to emergency room tomorrow, make sure he isn't gonna pop a stitch somewhere with all the coughing.
i went back to a local urgent care and they are giving me antibiotics for my pink eye and for my ear infection. eye seems better; ear less so. if i skip the aspirin, my temp head back up over one-hundred. so wtf.
ex hubby also bought a decent used car for our daughter, so i'm gonna have to drive that north soon, hopefully before snow starts. anyone up for a road trip? maybe my sister is available...