At least for stationary targets, I am a convert to the church of tripods. Why? Blow these two up and you’ll see.
Or check out the ghosts from a 30 second exposure on the header image.
The Emperor’s New Groove
Test Post
Converting a Firebird from Squarespace to WordPress and back.
Please Come to L.A.
Like the song says…
“Please Come to L.A. to live forever
California life alone is just too hard to build
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there’s some stars that fell from the sky
Livin’ up on the hill
Please come to LA”
— Dave Loggins, Please Come to Boston
Come for the pink DeLoreans, stay for the random “celebrity sightings.”
More importantly, it is the Beverly Hills Concours in just two short weeks. (AS if I needed an excuse.) What I do need is cash and a hotel room. Or a patron with a sofa
Lusting is allowed
Is there a more lustable car than this? It has everything: a gated shifter, a high-strung V12, lights that are more crouching, lying in wait than hidden. Long hood. Bumpers that laugh, because: 150 mph. Enough room for you, a sultry companion and a weekend’s worth of clothes you mostly won’t be wearing anyway.
A Little Something to Drool Over
On a quiet Monday afternoon.
Under The Bridge: The Epilogue. I Hope.
Earlier, we talked about our internet stalker, who was ratcheting up the rhetoric beyond the invisible line of “decorum.” [Ed.: As if you and decorum belong in the same sentence.] Evidently, all I had to say was “I hate those cars, but I like yours.” Problem solved. Rodney summarizes it best.
