In January of this year I found myself at the dealer for some maintenance on my Tahoe . . . I walked around a bit . . .
It looked very uncomfortable, with poor visibility, and a price tag that had me shaking my head . . .
Some say that looks good . . . I suppose. I see all manner of impracticality, including not being very good in snow or dirt roads. Plus, that airdam won’t last more than two days around here.
I kept walking . . .
Convertible . . . I don’t know why, but I have an instant dislike for convertibles and convertibles drivers. I’m sure some of them are nice (the drivers, not the cars – the cars suck), but I can’t help think their primary preoccupation in life is to look ‘cool’.
I suppose ‘vette drivers fall in the same category.
Six months later, I find myself dropping off a package at the local UPS store, and in the parking lot . . .
I got to tell you Bob, that car was in great condition. And it must have had something like 30 layers of wax on it.
I mean, it was a bright day (it’s Colorado; every day is a bright day), but the reflections were bouncing off this car like . . . well, shoot! This is embarrassing for a would-be writer!
. . . I seem to be drawing a blank on a metaphor . . . hmm . . . think! Think!
ARGHH! My eyes! . . . I can’t think; I’m blind!
Anyway, reflections were shooting off everywhere, and no matter where I stood, they were aimed at both my eyes and the phone camera lens. That’s right. I had the camera in the car, but opted to use the Samsung Note II since I’d not posted much from it lately.
One of the problem with using the phone is the lack of viewfinder . . . the problem, you see, is that you have to look at the phone’s screen to see what you are shooting at, and the sun and reflections combined to make the task near impossible. I did try to reduce the number of accidental selfies, but I still show up in the 30 layers of wax.
OK, not in this photo, but trust me; either me, or pieces of me, are in a lot of the shots.
By the way, the interior looked immaculate.
There’s my hands and phone, plus the chrome has a full-body shot of me. I hope people don’t think me an exibitionist.
I tried to get some details/macro shots, and my reflection ended up all over the place. I particularly like my reflection on the bumper.
This is a nice shot marred by the BMW in the background trying to look like a Pontiac.
. . . doing a pretty good job of it, too. Anyway, it was hot, and really sunny, and me without a hat or sunblock . . . I snapped a few more shots, and went on with my life.
For the record, I would probably enjoy driving this car. For one thing, if I hit another car, I would probably not even feel it. For another thing . . . bench seat. There’s nothing like cruising with your gal sitting right up against you. The best I can do with our current cars is hold hands. Still nice, but not the same.
Three days later (Saturday) we went to the Farmer’s Market. More like vendors of cheap trinkets market. They even had a booth with a sign that almost drew me in . . . “What Does the Bible Teach Us?”
I was strong, and continued on to the booth selling pastries . . . speaking of looking for the meaning of life!
The other thing there was this . . .
Once again the phone came out to play while the camera remained in the car (that’s my car in the background, the silver Highlander). Ah . . . more selfies; them were shiny hubcaps.
I gots to tell you, the phone did admirably with what I thought would be a difficult subject on a sunny Colorado day.
Anyway, here’s a few more . . .
There is no smugmug gallery for these because despite them looking OK, they are from JPGs and when viewed at full resolution they are not up to the quality of my Nikon shots.
Besides, I think these suffice, and if one is ambitious, one could alway click on the photos to have a larger version open in a new window or tab.
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