Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (13)
danapommet
A very sad story Corey, for both the old man, but also the car. And there "she" sits, trapped behind a chain link fence and then "she" disappears forever. Works well in B&W. Dana
efron_241
yea...we go indeed.. Time flies and we have to fly along.. There is a way to stop it.. but that would mean technologies we do not yet controlllll and once it stops.. who switsches it back on.. as everything freezes.. let's hope they do not invent that yet
Chipka
This is a poignant shot--because of the story behind it, but also because of the shot itself. The car looks forlorn and...well...wounded, and left to languish in the home for useless cars. Your story about the cantankerous old man adds an extra dimension to this. This is a marvelous shot. I like it.
dashboard_jehovah
Agree with all of the above comments...5+
KateBlack10
Love the title, narrative and shot Corey :) Really poignant story and picture- very nice
lick.a.witch
I have to say the only US cars I have ever liked are the old '30's bunch. Chrysler, Buick and Auburn top the list. Same goes for the rubbish they churn out here. Apart from the Morgan! I'd take one of those again in a heartbeat! This is such a sad image and touching tale. ^=^
auntietk
Everything has a story, and this one seems to have had a sad ending. Maybe someone has restored this beautiful vehicle. I'd like to think so. Your title reminds me of that Helen Reddy song. That ain't no way to treat a lady No way to treat your baby, your woman, your friend That ain't no way to treat a lady, no way But maybe it's a way for us to end.
durleybeachbum
A lot of questions to ponder upon.
flavia49
terrific shot!!
beachzz
And they locked her up and threw away the key. I'm with Tara, I like to think someone saved her, but that's probably the fairy tale ending. Great shot!
jmb007
bonne photo!
sandra46
WOWO POOR LADY CAR!
bmac62
Did we wear seat belts in 1962...not much. Did we wear them in 1962 automobiles in 1986...I think so. I began to wear them routinely in 1964. The good news here, no head impacted the windshield. For sure the old man is little more than a memory now and I am glad to see you thinking about an old friend... Neat pic with a backstory to fill in the cracks.