The rich hues of rusted and lichen-encrusted car panels is a thing of joy to me – sure, a car that’s been fully restored with impeccable paintwork is lovely, but there’s something so softly beautiful about the ravages of time.
Another thing that has always intrigued me (ever since there was a busted-up Land Rover in my childhood back yard) is the pebbling of smashed automotive glass.
Earlier this year I bought my first “modern classic” car – a 1980 Chrysler GH Scorpion, designed by Mitsubishi and built in Adelaide, Australia. As I’m quickly discovering, old car ownership can be a joyous thing, tempered by pockets of sorrows – like the day it broke down recently while on my way to visit friends interstate. Alas, the car stayed where it was while I took a borrowed car on that journey, so the anticipation of showing her off to my friends was curtailed. Never mind, there will be more opportunities.
This photo was taken the day I shot the photos of a shearing shed; as I got back in the driver’s seat, I was momentarily arrested by the view through the window and behind the car.
This shot was taken on-the-fly after stopping to take this previous photo, and we’d resumed driving. Something about the way the trees are arranged over the hill makes me think of a group of kids about to descend the hill to run crashing into the river below on a hot summer’s day.