My kids are often the subject of my photographs. They’re pretty good sports about it. Most of the time. I’ve found that the best time to photograph them is when they are thoroughly engaged in what they’re doing and they don’t much care that I’ve got a big glass eye aimed at them. Such was the case one afternoon in May. Over about the span of a week they were really enjoying playing with their matchbox cars on the stairs. They’d park them along the steps and in between the railing balusters. I decided to put a 50mm on and sit with them while they played and snapped a few shots. I even managed a couple of “posed” shots. There’s a window in the stairwell and the afternoon sun was blasting through. The fabric blinds we have in the window diffused it quite nicely, providing great light.
The other night I had the opportunity to head out to the plains to the east of Denver to the parents’ home and land of my co-worker, Tori. She had been telling me about all of the “old stuff” that her dad has collected over the years…tractors, cars, boats, bathtubs and whatnot. Her parents, Betty and Al, couldn’t have been nicer and more welcoming to let a guy snoop around their stuff with his camera. An odd request, but one that the Labs family setup and let me carry out without question or hesitation. I am so grateful for the opportunity and had a wonderful time photographing Al’s old stuff. It happened to be the first day of summer and it couldn’t have been a nicer evening.
After the sun went down, they graciously invited me to partake in tacos with them, over which the Labs shared some stories about the area and the items Al had collected. I’m convinced that Al could tell you exactly where he got all of his collectibles and the history about each item. And he has a lot of stuff.
For instance, this old Farmall M tractor, according to Al, was the third of its kind to ever be purchased in the state of Colorado.
Additionally (Al, I apologize for not remembering the gentleman’s name), an original owner of this tractor drove it while towing a combine from the area to the east of Denver to west Texas in one day along two-lane highways in the 1940’s. Quite a journey to take, let alone on a tractor! Quite a sight, too, I imagine.
This is one of many old tractors Al has proudly displayed on his land, and their slice of the Colorado land is quite spectacular in its own right. Unobstructed views in every direction. And quiet. Peacefully quiet.
Al also has several ’57 Chevy’s. One is for parts. The other we pushed onto a trailer, as it was getting upholstered the next day. This one is in the process of becoming a hot rod. I hope to see it when it’s done! And the third is their cruisin’ Chevy. It’s white. It’s a convertible. It’s wonderfully imperfect and full of character. I got to drive it, well, at least to move it to where I wanted it. Al told me not to run into anything.
Don’t hit anything. And if I do, I’ll dig a hole in the ground right here and crawl into it.
I didn’t hit anything. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have gotten tacos. And that would have been really unfortunate.
I took quite a number of photos and will continue to post more as I get through them. I haven’t had the color film processed as of yet, but following are some images I took with my Canon AT-1 and Kodak Plus-X 125 black and white film.
I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed taking them. Thank you so much, Betty and Al, for your generosity, for letting me snoop around your land and for the tacos!
I shot the images below with a Canon AT-1, 50mm f1.4 on Kodak Plus-X 125.