Reflections on the Move

I grew up around cars.  My father, grandfather, uncles and brother were in the car business.  My parents told me I could identify makes and models from the hubcaps as I was pushed along in my stroller.  I got my first car, a 1953 Chevy, when I was 16.  I liked – and still do – going to auto shows.  When I became interested in photography, I would shoot a well-designed grill, a dramatic sweep of fins, or a lovingly-restored classic.

More recently I’ve been intrigued by the shapes, colors and play of light in vehicles that are such ubiquitous parts of our lives.  I’ve noticed how people and features of our neighborhoods are reflected in the technologies we use to transport ourselves. These solid-looking objects change in surprising ways when I stop to look.