This darling old Wolseley sat in the scrub, quietly decomposing, and I happened upon it as the late afternoon sunlight was hitting the tail lights. Note the beer can, crumpled into the fuel tank opening.
The S Series – this one owned by friends – with its distinctive rear-end, is one of my favourite classic cars. I love the way it looks like this car is being swallowed up by the darkness inside the garage.
As much as I love the black and white image of this “debonair” fuel pump, I also love these colour images, as they show off its beautifully rusted patina against the lush green of the trees in the summer landscape.
Yesterday I visited the home of a couple in their eighties, who are as gracious and stately as their home, which is surrounded by open parkland before the landscape merges with their farmland.
As I drove in I noticed, not for the first time, this handsome old fuel pump, surrounded by deciduous trees; it put me in mind of a debonair Fred Astaire-type in top hat and tails, so I gave it the black and white treatment.
I had the Olympus 15mm f8 body cap lens on, which I’m not really loving, but the light was strong enough for the images to be acceptable, particularly as I was shooting using the Grainy Black and White art mode.
My boy Westley isn’t very cuddly, but he does love to hang out and “be in touch”; quite often he’ll find me and flop down on the floor with just his toes touching my feet. He also sometimes likes having his paws held. Nawww.