Music from the 50’s blared across blocks lined with old cars and swarming with enthusiasts and one girl with a hulla-hoop Saturday morning at the Cruise 'n Car Show. After I dropped off extra berries at the market, Julie and I walked up to the downtown. I am terribly ignorant about cars and failed to appreciate the significance of the event…but I do know my colors and I enjoyed the car show in my own way.
There were plenty of cameras, some as big and as fancy as the cars, at the show so I didn't feel conspicuous with my Rebel, though I was the only female snapping pictures. I had just finished photographing the orange car when a gentleman approached me.
"Excuse me, if I can ask, what are you taking a picture of?"
I tried to explain. "I don't really know cars, but I liked the color and I wanted to get the shadow."
He looked from me to the car and back at me. "Whatever you want, honey," he said, shaking his head.