Driving past a disused garage in Apsley for the umpteenth time, the light must have hit this old petrol bowser just right, and I found myself pulling up and jumping out with my camera.
As often happens when first meeting someone new, I stood back and took a few moments, trying to get a feel for this new character. I raised the camera, and zoomed in from a comfortable distance, taking a couple of introductory shots before edging closer; then as I began to feel more comfortable with my subject, I walked close and discovered the subject’s name was Wayne.
I found this handsome old fire alarm sign at the back of the local garage – one of the few original details that hadn’t been stripped from the premises over the years. There is something about vintage advertising that appeals to many of us for various reasons; I enjoy the spare use of colour here, where the sign relies on old-style signwriting skills – rather than computer savvy – for impact.
Old garages: they smell of dust and ancient motor oil, and contain many miracles of man’s ingenuity – from industrially manufactured items, to backyard engineered equipment and MacGyvered solutions to everyday problems (the simplest of which involve duct tape and tie wire). As a kid, I regularly accompanied my dad to the local garages, farm supply businesses, and farm machinery dealers on various errands, and quickly grew to love the atmosphere – and that quintessential scent – of them all.
This garage, owned by 30 year old Jade, was purchased when he was a young bloke of 19 for storage, and now contains a fairly orderly jumble of old cars – including this XA Falcon – and a few items he’s collected out of interest for himself.
My camera did struggle with the deep gloom inside, but I still really enjoyed chatting with Jade about his garage – once you show interest in what someone else is also interested it, it opens up conversation you’d otherwise miss.
Please click image to view full size – and don’t slam me for the blurry low-light imprecision!