my husband clocked his early kilometers in a rickety citroën ami, and yesterday, when our sunday drive took us to ijmuiden harbour, where dozens of citroën afficionados were queuing for the newcastle ferry (some kind of get-together in great britain), this aging beauty caught his eye and - bless his usually unsentimental soul - he sighed.
audibly.
i gather - i don't drive, so i wouldn't know - that one's first-ever car cruises into a spot in one's heart and parks there forever.
Yes, it does - but mine, more than a car, is my first motorcycle. Sigh . . .
ReplyDeleteThis shot totally screams family roadtrip. The composition and colour is just perfect.
ReplyDeleteCars cannot get me emotional, I'm afraid. They are just objects to me. But I love this shot, though. Great composition with the steps and the matching blue door.
ReplyDeleteA cetain model of 1963 Volvo elicits the same response in my boyfriend. :) Great shot!
ReplyDeleteYou have such an eye for colour. I must pass by moments like this everyday and miss them completely. Your site is one of my favourites and photographs like this are the reason why.
ReplyDeleteah...yes, it parks there, with all the memories stored inside. Mine was a 1971 two-door Mercury Cougar. This same color blue, actually. And the composition of this photo is wonderful with the inclusion of the blue door. Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young my father had a Fiat 127. Small white cheap car, all that my family could afford. Every summer the four of us were going for a three weeks vacation on the Adriatic sea, camping. Since of course there wasn't space for any luggage inside the car, we stacked a huge pack on the roof, like these people in your photo had done (bigger, in proportion to the size of the car). We were leaving at 4am to arrive before sunset at our destination, spending hours after hours under the sun in the highway clogged by millions of other italians doing the same thing, in the same old cheap cars... memories... We kept this car many years. I actually learned how to drive with it, just before we had to sell it for parts (not many parts left... in the last years it was raining inside).
ReplyDeleteYes I remember this kind of going away camping, with the 2CV (a red one) with a 'queu de Paris': an extra baggage space hooked to the back. It was another time and the children were small, and the tent big. And people are still doing that obviously, and going far as well...
ReplyDeleteGreat photo, Lynn!
It's the patterns of the bricks which really appeal to my eye.
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