“To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.” ~ Susan Sontag
old timer
I was stunned to see this 1979 Ford Thunderbird classic sitting alone in the parking lot. Instantly, I was transported back to West Liberty, where only those with a little age on them drove such a car. This was a period where the opulence of the 1970s was starting to give way to the smaller 1980s: from outrageously huge, heavy cars and all the drugs to moderate, sensibly sized putt-putts and cocaine. In 1979, we returned to Kentucky from Tucson in a 1977 Ford LTD, which looked strikingly similar to this T-bird. Land Yachts were a popular nickname for such cars. They rode like boats, drove like boats, seated a boatload of pirates, and all that was missing was a talking parrot on the driver’s shoulder. Just imagine taking a boatload of pirate hillbillies to a keg party on a strip mine in one of these things.
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