A lady in Helen's The Yoga You Need™ class had seen some of my automotive 'artitecture' prints hanging in the great hall. She commissioned me to shoot her husband's cherished 1955 MG TF 1500 as a surprise birthday gift. We met at her home when he was out of town, and Kathy opened one of the garages and pulled back the dust cover to reveal this pristine green gem. I carefully squeezed into the drivers seat to ease the MG out of the garage, but as I looked at the simple dashboard I had no idea how to start her. I turned the key and I pulled a couple of knobs but with no sounds of encouragement. I decided to just release the parking brake and the car was light enough to push out. But as I tried to relieve the tension on the engaged brake and press in the button at the end to release it, the handle wouldn't budge. Kathy got in and tried too. I didn't want to force anything. It couldn't be that difficult. No shoot that day.
Kathy suggested that she would get him to take her for a spin on his return and she would observe how to release the handbrake and start the car. I would come back the following week while he was away again, and armed with this new knowledge we could do the shoot. In the meantime I Googled, 'starting a 1955 MG' and instantly it was all obvious. I had had the right idea but expected more spontaneous results. I then searched releasing the hand brake on this automobile but there was nothing, so apparently it was user error.
On the appointed day the sun shone and all was right with the world until Kathy confessed that what had been so seamless to him had escaped her watchful eye during their drive. There was little point in starting it if I couldn't release the brake. I gently pulled on the brake handle and instead of trying to release the lock by pressing in the button on the end I did nothing and the handle dropped complacently to the floor. It was English and contrary. By 1984 my Triumph TR-6 had worked more naturally to my hand__I think. I put my left foot on the clutch and my right on the brake just in case. I turned the key 90º and with renewed confidence pulled the 'S' starter knob on the dash and another that I assumed to be the choke which I played lightly and she sputtered to life. I gingerly backed out of the garage and positioned this beautiful classic automobile in the light with an eye on the background and the reflections in the glossy dark green paint. I shot until I was sure that I had what I wanted. I started the car as if I knew her better then proudly drove the MG back into her nest without incident. My angle was slightly askew but Kathy and I thought it best to quit while we were ahead and hoped that he wouldn't notice. We replaced the dust cover, bolted the garage and I left to confirm that I had the shot. We quickly agreed on the best image from my favorites and I ordered the metalprint. It arrived while Bill was away fishing and it was everything that we wanted. I helped hang it so that the surprise would be complete.
A couple of weeks later, Bill was showing his MG TF at the Classic Car Show the same weekend as the Wimberley Arts Fest and was kind enough to come down to my booth to thank me for the wonderful surprise. It was a happy ending to a birthday story about ongoing love; the couple, the automobile and the classics.
we are more comfortable
with the past than the future
because we know how it turns out
All Journeys begin with hope; how they resolve is another matter.
exploring back roads
through forgotten places
seemingly empty spaces
capturing the heartland
You cannot depend on your eyes
The Long and Winding Road
Paul McCartney, from an interview in 1994, talking about writing this song, "I like writing sad stories, it's a good bag to get into because you can actually acknowledge some deeper feelings of your own and put them in it. It's a good vehicle, it saves having to go to a psychiatrist."
CamraCarma metal prints are bold; wall displays of a size, to command the space and maybe hijack the conversation.
We all have a car story.
I was cautioned that the name might be too cute, or perhaps insulting to the Buddhism/Hinduism precepts. But I hope that the mirage-like harmony of the letters and the Cadillac script, speak of photography, cars and maybe a little magic.
May your trails be crooked, winding, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.