Originally posted by MarkJerling The old guy who owned those has hundreds of old cars, Fords, Chevys, Dodges, a few foreign makes. The ones I shot were visible from the road, but I could see way back, and they went on forever.
As I was walking along the shoulder of the road, composing and making photographs, he drove by in a roll off truck. He stopped and told me I had to pay to be able to take pictures.
I told him as long as I was on the road I could do as I pleased.
So we stood there and chatted until the sun was gone. Then I told him I needed to get back to the truck stop, hook to my load, and get some sleep. I had to drive all the way to the West coast, and it was a hot load.
He gave me his number and told me anytime I was back that way to ring him up and we would have a beer.