Lovely portrait of Ann, Rob.
The car is nice too.
Thanks, Eric. The red blur up top left is one of the plastic flowers that used to accompany me on my early travel brochure trips: it, and several more bunched together, were used to hide the main drag and railway line that lies for many a mile between beach and first-line hotels. But there were pedestrian bridges, so that was all right.
Conscience d'auteur? Only in retrospect: we had to eat too!
This was the next Ford: the XR3i. We did our first few transFrance Scottish trips in that one. I used to get a buzz out of the BB connotation of the plates, but kept that to myself at the time. I would never have traded that car away, but the sliding glass roof part developed a rust problem that ended up with a new roof under guarantee. After we did replace it, it was visible, on and off, until it was about fourteen years old, but as rusty as hell. I couldn't resist patting it and saying "sorry" whenever I saw it parked somewhere, but was equally glad to have traded when I did. Somebody here still has a same model in white, convertible. It must live in some very dry garage most of the year, but still looks great.
Ann looked a bit more sophisticated in this shot; must have been in a different frame of mind. She'd reached the mental point where she felt long hair was too young... I hate it when women go there; but maybe they know best. I'd have voted to keep the tresses, but couldn't offer a trade, because she wore very little makeup anyway, even as a twentysomething. I think makeup does older women much more harm than good; rather than disguise lines, it clogs in them and they shriek their presence.
Where the hell did that all come from?
;-)
P.S. Bad time of day for Kodachrome! And sharpening.
