Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
That is one freaky car light and one great poem.Here's to freaks, clowns, jokers and oddballs - long may they thrive. (And now, back to my serious homework - thanks for the break, Lori. Much appreciated.)
Splendid shot but in this viewer's eyes, too removed from the theme of what Texas does to cars. Yes, yes, I know, Dallas and Houston are alive with the sound of Beemers, and Austin has more than a few well-kept Audis and Porsches, but the joys of rust and sun-baked reality inform many of the earlier shots to a stunning degree.
Hey y'all -- still working, but needed a respite and am glad to see you on the site.Lee: May there always be a joker in our decks!Shelly: More rust to come, o' course, and I appreciate your editorial eye (even if I am a fool for a kandy-metal-pearl-flake hot-rod.) That said, the rust on many of the previous and soon-to-come pics are an artifice, a current fashion in the kustom kar world -- the style is called "rat rod" and it's a deliberate and artful oxidizing, sanding, and stripping process that's almost a baroque riff on the theme of rust.It is a nice visual expression of the elemental strafe that can occur in the heat, sun, dirt and hail here -- but most of what I find has been carefully made bare-bones and rusty, rather than naturally made so.Y'all can delve deeper here:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rat_rod
they just don't make 'em like that no more(hello)
These photos are very inspiring
fantastic! always love your tightly cropped, shiny car shots.
I'm with Pod. That's a rare sight and a beauty.
I dream of that car with the lipstick headlightsfrom a time when women wore really serious lipstickand the worthiness of a man could,with a fair degree of accuracy be judged by the the size of his automotive parts and what's more - fins,fins, finsHow could we let them go?
"...you can run away from nothing but the details....." everyone auto know that.Stay on groovin' safari,Tor
A good poem refuses to cower in the box of reason; it chooses to roam the gray area between this world and the next. (William Waltz)That could be said about your photos as well as your poetry.What a funny funny thought. Rust as artifice.
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