Not long after something happened in the hot, violent, drugged-out summer of 2002 that made me get hooked on cars, I began taking photos of them.
They were generally terrible. Over the years, I’ve observed, learned, practiced, practiced, observed and practiced some more to end up with a handful of photos I would not call great but at least they’re not obviously terrible and they come with stories.
Here they are, a gallery of a dozen.
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