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 (11)
Chipka
I remember when you were working on this and I'm glad to see that it's up! Now, I have to figure out where this is, even though you SAID where it is. It's one of those things. I like the light in this one, the shadows and the colors, too...I'm not much into those automotive contrivances, and yet seeing them through somebody else's fascination is always fun. I love the rust and decay and the slight Urban Explorer vibe this has, and the POV is excellent. I like this.
KatesFriend
It's always a curious sight see the remains of an old car. "End of the road", may be an easy catch phrase but is also most fitting. It's rather sad really to see this venerable old vehicle left to rust all cold and alone. I think of all the places it might have been. Brand new, it would have just hit the streets in the last decade of the drive-in threatre - I know some still survive but really the 70's was the end of that era. How many productive citizens owe their existence to the back seat of this car?
auntietk
The question above is easy to answer: the number of people who owe their existence to the back seat of this car (and uncountable others just like it) is precisely zero. Unless I'm mistaken, this car had no back seat. Still, I like the idea of the question. What are the chances of finding a car like this, one that's been sitting there for half of forever, and going back a few short weeks later and finding it gone? Bummer, dude. Still ... this is a wholly acceptable and interesting photograph. The tree trunk (or large branch?) and the green astroturf platform give it a bit of surrealism that I find quite pleasing!
bmac62
A great find Corey. Glad you got this pic before the city hauled it away. In the 1960s I owned three British sports cars...an Austin Healey and two Triumphs (TR-3B and TR-4A). They were fun cars but weren't much in winter weather...brrrrrrrr. British cars are almost a thing of the past. Companies that still exist have been bought by Germans or Chinese. Thanks for the memories:)
durleybeachbum
Sad end! I had several friends who had either these of Midgets, both extremely uncomfortable rides for someone of mt height, but great fun all the same. I do like this rather bizarre still life that it makes now.
whaleman
I never saw a hardtop model of the Spitfire in my Province, only the rag tops, and I well remember taking one for a test drive thinking to purchase it. The test drive convinced me to keep looking for an MGA which I eventually did buy, a 1959 model. The Spitfire was okay, the one I drove had been poorly maintained.
fallen21
Fantastic shot.
kgb224
Superb capture my friend. Pity it was gone though when you went back to photograph it again. God Bless.
flavia49
wonderful image
Fidelity2
It is amazing. Thanks. 5+!
ColdWarBaby
An excellent portrait of modernity and the purpose of consumerism. I actually owned a GT 6 Special for a while. Same size and design as a Spitfire but with an inline six instead of four. I was actually quite fond of it but it kept eating differentials, which were expensive and very hard to install. Between the CV joints and the crossover leaf spring for the independent rear suspension, it was really hard to do lying on one's back in the front yard.