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 (15)
bmac62
Neat image of a 40 year old derelict. Hadn't thought about a Nova for many a year. Didn't realize they were gone so long. Just googled "Nova for sale" and they are still immensely popular for the motorhead crowd:) Like your narrative...exploding star! Bet that wasn't the idea the marketing boys wanted to portray:-)
auntietk
In the mid 80s the Nova was the same car as a Toyota Corolla. Weird stuff. I remember these older models, though. You got me curious, so I looked up 1971 Chevy Nova. You wouldn't believe how many of them are still around, all fixed up and still (or again) running! shakes head Boggles the mind. You're right about the rusty car shot though. This rocks!
durleybeachbum
SUPERB decompo compo!
jayfar
I think the light has gone out!!! Lovely capture.
kgb224
Superb capture my friend.
evinrude
Real character. Nicely composed.
Bothellite
That is indeed rusty ;( They don't waste any space parking there either. Nice nostalgia piece, yup, had one.
annie5
Great find..super capture! :)
Sea_Dog
I remember these NOVA ( Novae?) well. If I remember correctly they came in every model from plain-vanilla family hauler to tire-smoking Super Sport models. Sad in a way to see one end up like this. Great shot - I like the tight framing.
beachzz
I had a '62 Nova, white with red interior. It belonged to a friend of my mom's who smoked and took me one full day to clean what I thought was a tan headliner. It was white (ugh, can you imagine being in that car when she was driving??). Took gallons of soap and water, then I had to do the seats. By the time I was done, the car sparkled and you could breathe in it again. These days, the 66 is THE Nova to have and I see lots of them here in California. It's the muscle car of choice for those "old farts" (my son's term--he once asked me how come only "old farts" had cool cars. I told him it was because they were the only ones with the time and money to fix em up!!) who restore them, I'm sure they'd love to find one of these!!
flavia49
fabulous
sandra46
AMAZING COMPOSITION!
Chipka
I love this image, and technically, a nova is when a star burps and sheds its outer skin in a kind of star-skin bubble that looks fairly impressive and not like a car at all. I guess star-skin bubbles sound sufficiently impressive to automotive designers, and a bit safer than Supernova, which is a star that explodes. Bad name for a car unless you like automotive pyrotechnics. Anyway, enough of the science lecture. Especially since I like this photo. I remember when you were taking it and I remember thinking: "It's a damn shame what they did to that headlight!" I had no idea THAT was what you were capturing and what a surprise. I like it. The colors are nicely distressed too. And yeah, I'll say it again: It's a low-down, dirty, rotten shame what they did to that headlight.
danapommet
I don't like to see old cars just sitting, rusting and leaking fluids. They were once a working machine that proudly carried people, families, groceries and the family pets. Then they were turned over to the kids and accumulated more memories and still served a purpose in life. I'm not asking that it be buried, the day the end comes but recycle it before its dignity dies. I love this shot Corey - it tells a story - it had a life and a history. Dana
KatesFriend
The title "Requiem for a Prize Fighter" comes to mind as I look at its smashed out head light and think of the beating it once took. Perhaps, like the boxer of the famous TV play, this one took one last beating (in an accident). After which it just became a source of usable spare parts for surviving Novas. It's old former glory forgotten.