The Show Before the Show - City of Hawaiian Gardens Car Show

During the LA Bombs car show in Santa Fe Springs, Kathy and I encountered members of the Compas car club. They extended an invitation to attend their car show, which would be held in mid-July in the City of Hawaiian Gardens. They also provided us with a flyer for the show and we agreed to attend.

We had previously attended their car show, which was exceptionally well-organized. In addition to inviting us to photograph the show, which was scheduled for a Saturday, they offered to allow us to visit the show location on Friday evening to capture images of the club cars that would be pre-positioned the night before the main event.

We departed on Friday evening after Kathy concluded work. Upon arriving, we entered the Fedde Sports Complex as the sun was setting. We located the club cars parked on the outskirts of the baseball fields and re-introduced ourselves to the club members we had previously encountered. After confirming our permission to photograph the approximately ten cars already present, we commenced capturing images.

The rapidly changing evening light due to the setting sun necessitated prompt action. I completed photographing the cars swiftly, while Kathy continued for a while longer. We had anticipated needing to have dinner, drive home, get some rest, and wake up around 4:00 AM to arrive by 5:30 AM the following morning.

Albert from the Compas car club generously provided us with media passes, enabling us to enter the show several hours early. This allowed us to capture our photographs without the presence of hundreds of people. While this arrangement benefits us, it may also be advantageous for the show attendees. By taking our photographs and departing before their arrival, we can avoid obstructing their view.

The photographs below were captured on Friday. Photos from the actual car show will be posted in the coming days.

 

1941 Chevy Special Deluxe - Compas Southeast

At the Los Angeles Bombs car show in Santa Fe Springs, California, we had the opportunity to engage in conversation with several members of the Compas Southeast car club. Among the impressive vehicles on display, a 1941 Chevrolet Special Deluxe stood out as a remarkable specimen. The distinctive design and aesthetics of these cars are truly captivating when viewed in person.

The car culture prevalent in Los Angeles County is evident in the appreciation of these vehicles by the local community. While stock versions of these cars may lack the distinctive accessories that enhance their visual appeal, such as fog lights, spotlights, cigarette pack holders, hat racks, and dashboard-mounted compasses, these accessories contribute to the cars’ unique character.

The black paint job on the vehicle in question particularly caught my attention, exuding a deep and reflective quality. The interior, which I rarely photograph, was equally impressive considering its age of 84 years. 

 

Old Memories - 1948 Fleetline

During the Los Angeles Bombs car show in Santa Fe Springs, California, I had the opportunity to photograph a remarkable 1948 Fleetline. The body style of the 1947-1948 Fleetline has always captivated me, and when I spotted this particular vehicle across the parking lot, I knew I had to capture its image before another car parked nearby, potentially obstructing the shot.

After completing my photography of the vehicle I was standing in front of, I made my way over to take this shot. I have always been drawn to the two-tone Fleetline paint schemes, as they impart a vintage and period-correct appearance to the car. It is uncertain whether these paint schemes were originally produced by the factory or if contemporary owners simply recognized their appeal and had them applied.

This particular car belongs to the Old Memories Car Club. I have attended several of their car shows, and they consistently showcase exceptional vehicles. As mentioned in my previous post, the car show took place on a pleasant, overcast day, which is ideal for photography. The lighting is exceptionally even, akin to using a very large soft box light. Additionally, it is more comfortable for the photographer to avoid standing outside on a hot asphalt parking lot, enduring heat waves and the potential for heat stroke. Car clubs have meticulously planned for such conditions, which is evident in the presence of pop-up tents in the background. These tents provide much needed shade and their well stocked ice chests provide hydration, ensuring the comfort of club members.

While we are typically pulling a rolling camera bag and a tripod with a camera mounted on top, we do keep some water in the car. Some car clubs offer us water on hot days, which is always appreciated.

Although we were not directly affected by the heat on this particular day, I could sense the approaching heat of summer. Consequently, attending car shows in July and August will require early morning arrivals, assuming that the cars have already arrived and we are permitted to enter the show early. The lighting is always superior at dawn, which is one of the reasons we arrive at the Pomona Auto Swap Meet so early.

 

Moises's '39

In June of this year, Kathy and I attended a car show hosted by the Los Angeles Bombs car club in Santa Fe Springs, California. We had previously previewed the club’s cars at the Rialto car show held earlier this year. At that event, the club members were courteous and inquired about our photography. They informed us of their upcoming car show and extended an invitation for us to attend.

We arrived at the show around 6:30 a.m. and discovered approximately 20 cars already in attendance, including 10 or so parked on the street in front of the industrial lot where the car show was held. We photographed the cars on the street first and then entered the show proper. By that time, there were likely 30 cars parked in the lot. So many impressive cars to photograph! The weather was pleasant and cool with overcast skies. It was essentially an ideal day for photography. We spent some time wandering around and capturing photographs. I alternated between the two cameras I brought and swapped lenses as well. I found a charming 1939 Chevrolet Master Deluxe tucked away in the front left corner of the parking lot, adjacent to the club’s popup tents where several club members were sitting. I took several sets of photographs of this car, moving my tripod from one location to another. The club members did not approach me but observed me closely. The 1938 and 1939 Chevrolet Master Deluxe is one of my favorite vehicles, so I was delighted to have the opportunity to capture this particularly fine example.

America by Air

Below is a photograph of the recently renovated “America by Air” gallery on the first floor of the National Air and Space Museum in Washington, D.C. It had been at least two years since my last visit to Washington, and given that the Museum was undergoing a substantial and much-needed renovation, I was eager to visit if any portion of the museum was open to the public during my stay. After conducting some research, I discovered that while only certain areas of the museum were currently accessible to the public, a limited number of timed tickets would be distributed daily. Consequently, I made reservations and secured tickets for myself and Kathy.

Here is a brief overview of my personal connection to this museum. Back in 1975, approximately one year prior to the United States’ bicentennial, a news article caught my mother’s attention. It reported the construction of a dedicated national air and space museum, with Mike Collins, a former astronaut, serving as its inaugural director. Among his numerous accomplishments, Collins was the backup pilot for Gemini 7, the pilot of Gemini 10, and the command module pilot for Apollo 11, the historic first attempt to land humans on the moon.

Given my passion for space and aviation, my mother informed me about the museum. Recognizing my enthusiasm, she suggested that I send a letter to Mr. Collins. Despite my initial apprehension, as I believed that ordinary individuals did not correspond with such a prominent figure, my mother persisted, and I reluctantly agreed to write the letter.

She provided me with a general address for the Smithsonian Institution, and to my astonishment, the letter was routed to Mr. Collins or his secretary. Approximately eight weeks later, I returned home from school to discover a nine-by-eleven manila envelope addressed to me from the Smithsonian. Upon opening the envelope, I found a signed photograph of Mr. Collins in his Apollo space suit, accompanied by approximately ten pages of information regarding the museum’s plans. Additionally, there was a handwritten note expressing gratitude for my reaching out and encouraging me to visit the museum after its scheduled opening on July 4, 1976.

Despite my limited financial resources and upbringing as the child of a single, hardworking mother, I harbored a strong desire to visit the museum. However, the obstacles that stood in the way of fulfilling this desire seemed insurmountable. My mother was an ardent advocate for museums and lifelong learning, emphasizing the broadening of one’s horizons through experiential encounters. Consequently, my sister and I had had the privilege of visiting numerous museums in California at a relatively young age.

In the mid-1990s, I was employed by General Electric, where I worked with a group of engineers who shared a common passion for airplanes and aviation. They were somewhat surprised by my ability to contribute substantially to their discussions about aviation, and when I expressed my desire to visit the National Air and Space Museum, they inquired about my lack of a visit. One of them informed me about the affordability of flights to Washington, D.C., which ignited a sense of excitement within me, as it seemed that my dream of visiting the museum was finally within reach. I promptly communicated my intentions to my then-wife, and we proceeded to secure airplane tickets and hotel reservations. 

Upon arriving in Washington, D.C. early in the morning, I had a single destination in mind. I boarded the subway to the Smithsonian metro station and ascended the escalator to street level, arriving at the station in the heart of the National Mall. To my right, the capital building stood tall, while to my left, the Washington Monument, with the Lincoln Memorial visible in the distance, and various Smithsonian museums lined the mall, including the National Air and Space Museum, which I could discern in the background.

Despite the museum not opening for approximately three hours, I began walking briskly towards it. As you can observe from the photograph, the museum boasts expansive glass walls, and upon my arrival, I was greeted with an awe-inspiring display of artifacts. These were the same objects I had been captivated by for years, having encountered them through books and television documentaries.

As I approached the windows of the milestones of flight gallery, I finally had the opportunity to witness with my own eyes the Wright brothers’ flyer, the first heavier-than-air powered aircraft to achieve flight in human history. I also spotted the Apollo 11 command module, which had carried men to the moon, and the X-1 “Glamorous Glennis,” the pioneering aircraft that first broke the sound barrier. The further I progressed along the museum’s glass walls, the more remarkable and captivating the exhibits became.

Enthralled by the tangible presence of these historical artifacts, I felt a profound sense of fulfillment. While this experience may seem peculiar to those who do not hold a deep appreciation for history or the significance of these milestones, my upbringing in an environment that fostered a love for learning and history made this moment truly unforgettable. My heart was filled with emotion as I remembered the words of my mother whenever a something I had long desired came to pass “There’s your dream out now.” She later informed me that she became quite emotional when I was speaking to her on the phone later that day.. As for me, I endeavored to maintain my composure. The moment was both emotionally charged and filled with joy.

Since my initial visit, I have returned to the museum numerous times. Shortly after my first visit, I fulfilled another dream and brought my mother to Washington, D.C., for approximately ten days. We visited the museum together, and she thoroughly enjoyed it, as she did everything we encountered in Washington. She passed away in 2020, and while I still miss her presence in my life, I carry on her the insatiable thirst for knowledge and strive to transmit this passion to my extended family.

On the day this photograph was captured, I experienced for the first time in years a newfound perspective on these familiar galleries. The antiquated exhibits that once explained the artifacts had been replaced by contemporary, interactive displays. Furthermore, the lighting had been significantly enhanced, making the entire space even more captivating, even for an ardent enthusiast like myself.

San Diego Bay Sunrise

One of the notable advantages of being an early riser is the opportunity to capture moments like the one depicted in this photograph. Kathy and I were staying on Shelter Island, located on the San Diego Bay. We hold Shelter Island in high regard. It is a mere 10-minute drive from downtown San Diego yet offers a serene escape, free from the prevalent urban challenges encountered across the bay. Fortunately, Shelter Island boasts three hotels that cater to our preferences and are reasonably priced.

On this exceptionally early morning, I awoke just before 4:00 AM and endeavored to dress discreetly, refraining from illuminating the room to avoid disturbing Kathy, who was still asleep. Once dressed, I fumbled in the darkness, searching for my cameras and lenses. Once located, I made my way to the door and exited the room. The darkness persisted outside as I proceeded to the parking lot, passing my car on my way.

Crossing the street, I headed towards the water’s edge. A faint pink hue was already emanating from the eastern sky, a harbinger of an exceptional sunrise that morning. I was determined not to miss this celestial spectacle. At this early hour, the streets were sparsely populated. I observed a few fishermen at the pier, their fishing lines already cast into the water.

Selecting a suitable location, I set up my cameras and prepared to await the arrival of the sunrise. A harbor police car slowly passed by, its driver likely observing my activities. There was no indication of any illegal or nefarious conduct here; I was merely a photography enthusiast attempting to capture a memorable moment.

As time elapsed, the eastern sky intensified in brightness, transitioning into a mesmerizing blend of reddish-orange hues. I commenced capturing images. After a while, convinced that I had captured the desired composition, I moved closer to the pier and captured additional shots from that elevated vantage point. 

Azteca Whirl

Kathy and I made the decision to attend the Dia Del Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) festival in Whittier, California last year. The festival features a car show showcasing the types of vehicles we enjoy photographing, making it an event we were eager to attend. As we were busily capturing as many cars as we could, the sound of drums abruptly commenced, emanating from a nearby location. The proximity of the drums was such that they could be felt physically. Instinctively, I turned around to identify the source of these sounds and discovered an individual in Aztec attire rapidly approaching me. I promptly switched cameras and made a poor attempt to capture an image as he swiftly passed by. He was nearly out of frame by the time I took the photograph below. Regrettably, and perhaps fortunately, my camera was not configured to capture rapidly moving subjects, resulting in a vibrant blur that retained the essence of motion while maintaining a pleasing visual quality. Upon reviewing the photographs taken that day, I recognized this particular image as a standout and hopefully worthy of being posted here.

1948 Pontiac Streamliner - Silver Streak

During an early April morning at the Pomona Auto Swap Meet, I encountered a remarkable automobile. Coincidentally, this discovery occurred just prior to the due date for taxes in the United States. Having filed my taxes several months earlier, I was able to devote my attention to this exquisite vehicle, which I believe to be a 1948 Pontiac Streamliner Silver Streak convertible. Notably, some early 1948 Pontiacs were equipped with engines and transmissions sourced from Italy. While I cannot ascertain whether this particular car possesses this type of engine or transmission, I surmise that convertibles were likely relatively uncommon. My research indicates that, in addition to the convertible model, buyers had the option of selecting a sport coupe with a rumble seat, a business coupe, or a touring sedan.

Hood Ornament in a Twist

This is one of the few instances I can recall when I utilized a Lensbaby manual focus lens to capture a full bracket of HDR exposures. The bokeh (out-of-focus areas) that most Lensbaby models generate does not harmoniously merge into an HDR image. Consequently, the typical outcome is that these bokeh areas are rendered rather harshly. However, this was not the case in the photograph below. I employed my Lensbaby Twist 60 lens to capture this exquisite hood ornament, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the twisty characteristic of the bokeh was beautifully rendered within the HDR image.

This presents numerous new opportunities for me to utilize the Twist 60 lens, and I eagerly anticipate exploring its potential.

Five Times Around the Sun

Today marks the fifth anniversary of my mother’s passing, and I have spent much of the day contemplating the passage of time. Has it truly been that long since she has been absent from my life? It appears that at least once daily in the past 1,825 days, she has crossed my mind in some manner. Reflecting on her does not cause as much pain as it once did, and most of my thoughts of her these days are filled with fond memories. Nevertheless, I still deeply miss her presence in my life. To assert that she shaped me as a person is a significant understatement. She shaped me in the same way that the Sherwin glaciation shaped the Yosemite Valley. One of the last things she said to me during her final hospital stay and was moments from death was, “I have expectations for you! I expect you to comport yourself.” During our last significant conversation, she instructed me to offer all of her worldly possessions to the family, ‘Don’t hold anything back,’ and to promptly dispose of anything that remained. In her vernacular, I was not to dawdle. I endeavored to follow her final wishes as best I could, but the final disposition of her remaining belongings took several years. She would not have been pleased.