In many ways this daily photography practice is about declaring my own Independence Day. I am tired of being ruled by my insecurities and fears. The bolder I become the more I see my photographs improving.
Seeing this snazzy 1950’s blue truck parked in downtown, I nearly swooned over the patriotic perfection. Inside the truck I could see a gentleman driver with his wife as passenger. I hesitated, not wanting to disturb their day. And before my fear could talk me out of taking the chance, I asked. “I love your truck! It’s the coolest July 4th tribute. Mind if I take a picture?” They graciously agreed. In times like this, I only have the chance to take a single frame, maybe two.
Pictures like this one make me happy because it feels so good to be free.