|old school bus|
The golden hour of the morning means getting up in the dark, having your goodies and your plan all ready to go. It means getting to your location in the dark sometimes, and setting up in the chilly dawn.
It also means quiet streets. Fewer distracting humans. But it is that magic time, when even the ugly stuff can look better. The character and quality of the light are better. Everything seems to glow.
This morning, Sarah and I were up early to go and see what old cars and Orange County graffiti we could find.
There is a place not far away with about 20 decaying old cars and trucks. Sarah and I have been there before, but the cars are slowly falling apart so we keep being pulled back there.
I am particularly drawn the the headlights. They are like the windows to the soul of these old things. I am amazed how much glass remains intact. The shapes of the vintage head lamps is graceful and classic. I want to find more places where these kinds of cars are stored.
|Cool Chevy sedan|
But even more important than the pictures we make of the old cars, is the time I get to spend walking around and talking about things with my Sarah. We used to get up early every Saturday and Sunday and go some place different with our cameras to see what we could find. It was time to talk, about everything. Not just art and photography, but school, friends, life and love. Now that Sarah has a job, our forays in the early morning have become harder to arrange. The last time we were out early was when we went to Carmel and Monterey in September. I miss those early mornings with my girl. Going out by myself, makes me feel lonely. Going out with other people helps, but it is different. Sarah and I have the same crazy rhythms and bizarre sense of humor. We know when to talk, and when to shut up.
|"do you have to point that thing at me all the time?"|
|I hate metaphor's|
|I hope we can always do this|
|Not paying attention to me|
|she caught on|
|baring her teeth at me|
|can we go now?|
So my best photo buddy is moving on. Of course that is the natural way of things. The times we will go out will become fewer and fewer. Which will make them more special when we get them. She will go now with her friends, and I will go with mine. And it will be fine.
But the light will always be less golden for me for her absence, and more glorious when she is with me.
peace and love,