A rare convergence of free time, elbow grease and sunshine made it irresistible. I had to get some new pix of the Stang, all glowing and happy. A late lunch provided the perfect opportunity, as the sun sagged lazily at a pleasing angle. There were no picturesque backgrounds nearby, but a blank brick wall would do. We sidled in behind a shopping center, where there were few distractions and relative privacy for what we were about to do.
I lined her up in a fetching manner, noting how she didn't look a day over three. The curves of the hood sparkled as I walked around, pondering how to capture metallic glitter with a 7-megapixel camera. I stood face-to-face, staring down that chrome Mustang. They say some cars look fast without moving; this one looked like it would run me over, so I got out of the way.
Up an incline to capture an interesting view, walking 'round the back for a tailpipe shot, stopping every so often to let cars pass through my parking lot studio. A black SUV slammed on its brakes and its driver shouted out the window.
"What are you doing?!"
It was a friend from work, her amusement obvious. Busted! Now she knew of my obsession. I said I was taking pictures to send in to a magazine. Now not only did I look stupid, I sounded stupid. She went on her merry way, armed with this new gem of hilarity for the folks back at the office. I got back to taking pictures until satisfied that no perspective had gone unpreserved.
They turned out so well that I thought others might like them too. They're on the first page of my GotStang? site. How many of you share the same secret pleasure? :-)