Drifting through the cosmos in a filthy 1960s Diplomat III RV space wreck. “How much longer till we have impulse power?” “I need more tiiiime, cap’n!” “Ensign, you have the con, I’m coming down there myself!” etc., etc.
No One Expects the Wurlitzer Inquisition
“Hey Dave, what’s under that tarp?” “It’s an old jukebox, filled with ’70s rock, man. We used to PARTY listening to that thing, back in the day.” A 1964 Wurlitzer 2800, for you purists. Protomachines flashlight in total darkness.
Sideways Bus
October 1997, about 8 minutes inside a rolled ’60s GM “Fishbowl” city bus, northwest of Kramer Junction, California. At one time there were about 50 retired Los Angeles RTD busses slowly being disassembled in that dirty, windblown spot. There’s still a few in the area, but the site is totally cleared now. Probably lit with gelled strobe […]
Venus, Jupiter and Speedbird
I caught last week’s celestial event, the alignment of Jupiter and Venus in the western night sky, seen as a width-changing star trail along the right edge of the frame. No, the fisheye is not the ideal lens for capturing celestial events. It is, however, the ideal lens for capturing bitchen junkyard cars, like this […]
Harold Chasen
You know you wanna climb in . . . For all you goth hearse collectors, 8×12″ and 24×36″ (2×3 foot), ready to hang, frameless metal prints are available. $150 and $500 each. Limited Editions of 10 on the smalls and 5 on the big.
Suicidebird
The back seat of a rare 4-door ’71 Thunderbird, the one with the suicide doors. Good parts car . . . as if someone would actually restore one of these (see also my recent “Orcabird” post). 41-seconds in late twilight, 100° outside, about 2000° in the car when I opened the door.
