Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Lady In Red . . .

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Although I've been married for years and years now
And strangely enough I still love my spouse
It does happen from time to time
While out rambling around
There's a simply crazy feeling that I feel
I swear it's like falling in love
All over again
Head over heels
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It happened in fact just the other day
When I saw a lady in red by the side of the way
Like a siren she called, she honked her horn
I took one look, and I was reborn
There was no way I could turn away
Out of the question, I couldn't go back
I was like a train bound for hell on a one way track
She asked me for a key to put in her ignition
She was dressed in red and headed for perdition
But I couldn't resist, I could only say, "Yes..."
As she stood there by the side of the road
Flaunting her curves in a tight red dress
She was whispering things I couldn't quite hear
Like, "Hop on in honey, have no fear"
Or, "Pump up my tires baby, let's go for a ride"
"Can you find my hot wire and make a few sparks"
"Hold on tight while we drive off in the dark"
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Indeed, she was really something, this lady in red
In my dreams I was thinking : Off we sped . . .
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Some of you may remember this is the same old red truck you got a couple of glimpses of there a few posts back on one of James Reflections Weekend series, but I had to come back to her, and let you know the depths of my feelings for her, by showing you more angles to see her from, more dimensions and hidden secrets which might not have been obvious at first glance. Yes, like many somewhat older ladies, she still had the potential for internal combustion after being offered a high octane drink and getting shown a little gentlemanly respect and tenderness. How I longed to climb inside her and go for a ride.
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Though the lipstick and rouge on her front grill was a bit splotchy, I was still smitten, like a deer in a pair of headlights at midnight, helpless, wide-eyed, hypnotized.
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I couldn't even decide which way to hold the camera when photographing her, I wanted the photos to do her justice, have her looking sleek and lean, so I tried both vertical and horizontal positions with the viewfinder, clicking away, irrestibly driven.
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The closer I got, the more her lovely persona went to my head, like a powerful magnet and good perfume, she held me there, and I started to look very closely at her most intimate secrets and dark openings.
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The tire tossed up on top could almost be a halo, over that windshield of dazzling blue reflections.
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A windshield wiper dangled like jewelry, a pendant flung there non-chalantly, part of her personality.
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From every angle her beauty was shining . . . like a tavern's lights, like a magic lantern, even if the lens was cracked. A lighthouse beacon in the night.
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I dared not remove her radiator cap, fearing to release something akin to the contents of Pandora's box. But I did gaze long and lovingly at her rusty complexion.
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One mirror hung down forlornly . . . but then who does not bear some traces of the passing years ?
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The broken glass did not diminish the breathtaking loveliness of her fender's curving forms.
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The cargo bed was frankly getting a bit overgrown, as you can see here, she really does need a little tender loving care. But one of these days I hope to have her running, purring smoothly like a contented cat, so I can load her up with truckloads of smiles to deliver to wherever you may be.
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PS ... Un très grand, très, très grand merci à Clo pour ce vidéo !
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48 comments:

Snowbrush said...

I'm surprised she could be abandoned by the side of a road for so seemingly long and not be towed. You would have a project, looks like, if you took her home.

Owen said...

Hi Snowbrush,
Not sure the Grenouille would be too pleased if I started bringing them home, these chance meetings of mine, and I would need a much bigger yard very quickly... no, all things considered, she was fine right where she was, just keeping this blog alive is a big enough project for my spare time... what little there is of it. But if you'd like directions to where she can be found, just let me know ...
;-)

Loulou said...

Excellent Owen! Simply excellent!
Lots of love from Delhi

...louciao... said...

To quote a certain Owen Phillips, "I need a cigarette after that--and I don't even smoke!" (I don't remember where or when I read that but it comes vividly to mind).

My pulse is racing, my skin and other areas slightly damp, and I'm breathing too heavily for comfort. I think I'll have to loosen my stays after reading the tender details of your red-hot love affair. Internal combustion, indeed.

Stickup Artist said...

You really had me going there. This is just so darn clever. The writing coupled with the images so compelling, driving me on and on. I am overwhelmed and was so thoroughly engaged and absorbed. The images with the writing made this a truly unique experience.

Steve said...

I'm with you on this one, Owen, I just love a lady with a big front end.

Alberto Oliver said...

A lovely lady just lying there waiting for being discovered. As the very real love indeed, that simply appears around the corner but that still we need to keep the eyes wide open in order to not to let it pass by unnoticed. Stunning serie of pictures of a topic we both like a lot, hehe, and very funny. =)
All the best Owen and keep well.

Le Journal de Chrys said...

De drôles de rencontres sur ta route!!!!!!! J'ai une préférence pour la 7ème photo que je trouve fort réussie!!!!!

Jilly said...

Owen, you're a genius! You sucked me right in there - I imagined this lady in red, perhaps having broken down on the road and off you went to help her and then I find it's an old truck! Well there are two sorts of men and I'm happy you go for trucks and not strange ladies! Your photos are sublime - I could almost fall in love with this lady myself. Almost...

Gwen Buchanan said...

Absolutely Fabulous post... every last bit of it...

They don't make them(vehicles)like that anymore. when did the world decide they didn't need style...

Nevine said...

Owen, Your words... your poetry. I swear if those photos were not there... I would just think... this was truly about a lady. But what a lady this one is! Rust and broken headlight and all!

You see what I mean? Only you can make poetry out of a rusty old truck... and lead us to believe you are writing of something else. And... I do so love the plunge into "man language". Another dimension of Owen, never glimpsed before.

I enjoyed... the words... and the photos... and where my imagination went with it all.

Nevine

The Pliers said...

Very nice study in red, Owen. Reminds me of Rouge Dubois...

Artscapes said...

She is stunning. I can imagine her at night driving down the road with all her lamps glowing.

K'line Bloom said...

Magnifique rencontre Owen !
On en tombe sous le charme...de cette lady in red...Ce ne sera plus seulement un slow des années 80 désormais...;)
Bises :)

Owen said...

Hi Loulou !
Merci bcp, je suis archi-content si tu aimes cette joli petite camionette...

PS I hope Arnaud will see her...

PPS I loved your elephant graffiti post there !

Bisoux !

Owen said...

Lynne ! Ahem !
After taking all those photos the other day, she asked me if I would loosen her stays, but I had to tell her I was very sorry, but I couldn't stay to play with her stays... whatever on earth stays are... I thought stay was a verb, or an order to canines...
:-)
I know you don't smoke, but go have a cigarette and maybe a cold shower too...
:-)

Owen said...

Ah Stickup... I am so lucky to have a faithful reader or two like you for guinea pigs... in my little artistic experiments here. I really deeply appreciate your kind words here... now we just have to figure out a way to get these syndicated for a national press outlet... but so far the New Yorker magazine isn't beating down my door yet... sigh... keep dreaming owen...
:-)

Owen said...

Hey Steve, I've sort of gathered that from some of the photos you have regaled us with on your page from time to time, where certain anatomical phenomena were rather apparent...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Alberto,
You are absolutely right, we must always have our eyes and ears and hearts and souls wide open for true love... For love like this is what makes life worth living...

I remain the eternal optimist, that like some famous photographer said, I forget which one though, something like,"I keep hoping that tomorrow I'm going to shoot my best photograph ever"...

Be well Alberto, very best regards to you...

Owen said...

Bonjour Chrys,
Tu as tout à fait raison, de drôles de rencontres parfois que l'on fait au bord de la route dans de petites villes américaines qui sont sur le déclin après la fin de l'industrie minière dans le coin... les traces sont partout dans la région. Mais cette dame de la route en rouge avait tellement de style que je ne pouvait pas rester insensible à ses charmes...

J'ai de la chance que la grenouille que j'ai épousé est très compréhensive... et m'accorde de la marge si je dérape parfois moralement dans ce sens... Même une ou deux de mes lectrices ici avouent une certaine attirance envers cette dame en rouge pourtant...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Jilly !
Wow ! I've been called alot of things in my life, but rarely a genius... But whatever the level of my IQ, if this little photo essay brought you a smile or two, or even a pang of attraction, then I'm on cloud nine, and can only nod my head in agreement, she is certainly incredibly attractive, the gender of who may be equally attracted to her is of little importance really... I'm sure you'd look wonderful behind the steering wheel, heading out on the highway...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Gwen, thank you so much... and that is an excellent question you raise there. I think it would be extremely hard to pinpoint the exact moment when the world decided that style was no longer important, it could be it happened gradually over a period of years, but personally I'd put it sometime back around the 1960's. Many areas of our lives became infiltrated with any numbers of examples of hideous lack of style after that time. In architecture, automobiles, postage stamps, cemeteries, you name it, the deep and moving styles that were the result of people doing their work with loving care and artistic vision just sort of vanished. It may have had something to do with the advent of plastics in the 1960's (e.g. the quote in The Graduate about plastics). Postage stamps back from their beginnings in the 1800's through the 1920's, 30's, 40's, and 50's had lovely engravings on them in many countries, like France and the US, but after the 1960s roughly something changed, and for the most part they are pretty ugly these days.

Fortunately there are still a few artists around like you and John and Lynne who are keeping style alive at least in the domain of art. But for sure, trucks like this one are a thing of the past, when beauty mattered. When designers put their heart and soul into their work, before computer aided design...

Owen said...

Nevine, you always leave me tongue tied like a teenager, blushing, smiling, hemming and hawing, hardly knowing what to say... Umm, that was "truck language", and not "man language"... but who would have guessed a rusty old truck could be such a tempting seducer of passers by ? And if your imagination went for a moonlight drive down an endless back Texas country road, then I'm just tickled pink... and I'm sure the lady in red is just blushing, blushing an even deeper red at your thoughts...
:-)

Catherine said...

that truck definitely has a face, expression and persona - no wonder you have labelled it lady in red - I see it as male though - defo!! Greetings from Mexico

ρομπερτ said...

Being married about ten years now, time and life certainly brought me many time in front of a STOP sign, yet as dreams, hope and love may take this truck moving beyond, so will it be with me.
An interesting indeed measurement of life, beautiful set into scenery by your photography. Please have you all a good Thursday.

daily athens

...louciao... said...

Given your place of employment, BrOwen, I am very surprised that you are unfamiliar with "stays." A stay is "a thin strip of metal, plastic, bone, etc., used to stiffen corsets,etc." Corsets with such bones in them are (archaically) referred to as "stays." I should think you would be familiar with them from your work at the naughty French straightjacket factory. Or did they stop putting stays in them when style went out of fashion in the 1960s?
{;-) It is regrettable that you were unable to stay a little longer to play with the lovely lady in red's own stays.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiHBCruacA4

The Sagittarian said...

Did I ever mention that I wore red when I got married? (I thought of myself as a harlot in scarlet :-)and was hoping The Stud would as well)

I love the way you have captured the peeling paint and the general rustiness of Madam Rouge.

lgsquirrel said...

Ah, such passion. Such amour. She is a classy lady.....your photos did show of her voluptuous lines. Someone should take her home and pamper her.

clo said...

Howdy Owen...
J'en rougi de plaisir..:o)
Cette vieille Dame méritait bien le post que tu lui as consacré..
Ça me rappelle cette chanson de Maxime Le forestier : La Rouille..

"Dès que séchera la rosée,
Regarde la rouille posée
Sur la médaille et son revers.

Elle teinte bien les feuilles d'automne.
Elle vient à bout des fusils cachés.
Elle rongerait les grilles oubliées
Dans les prisons, s'il n'y venait personne.

Moi, je la vois comme une plaie utile,
Marquant le temps d'ocre jaune et de roux.
La rouille aurait un charme fou
Si elle ne s'attaquait qu'aux grilles..."

Avec le temps tout se dénoue..

Tu as immortalisé cette belle rouge Owen..A partir de cet instant le temps n'aura plus de prise sur Elle..
Je t'embrasse bien Amicalement..
a bientôt..

Gwen Buchanan said...

I appreciated and enjoyed your response...

Deborah said...

Owen, I want you to be my official photographer when I'm 90. Or maybe I'll need a kind perspective way sooner than that!

Had to smile at the first comment -this is France!! Who tows away old broken-down cars?? Actually, maybe now I have the answer as to why they never are (towed, that is). They're waiting for you...

Owen said...

Hi Pliers... you're going to have to help me out, I drew a blank on Rouge Dubois, so I typed in in Google, and Google also drew a blank, and so I'm thinking if both me and Google drew blanks, this must be a fairly obscure reference... or then again, I may just be revealing yet again just how thoroughly ignorant I am of many important cultural matters... but then I gave up long ago trying to think there was time to learn everything and see all... Reminds me of my college years, at a place where the library had over 6 million pieces in its collection of books and periodicals. I used to wander at random in the stacks and just pull things down and start reading... Found alot of good stuff that way, purely by chance. So, do let me know about Rouge Dubois... the only things Google really matched with seemed pretty dubious... or I mean, very dubious indeed...

Owen said...

Dear Artscapes, I'm sure you're right, with all her running lights on she must have been quite an eye-catcher on the late night roads of Pennsylvania... a real stunner !

Owen said...

Salut K'line,
Elle est plus que charmante, n'est-ce pas ? J'étais totalement séduit au premier coup d'oeil. J'aurais fait tout ce qu'elle aurait pu me demander... J'étais bien triste de l'abandonner là au bord de la route. Mais la ramener ici en France aurait été au delà de mes moyens, malheureusement. Mais peut-être un jour, quand ce blog m'aurait rendu riche et celebre... bon, riche en tout cas, je retournerai la chercher. Si ce n'est pas trop tard. Si elle ne serait pas partie avec un autre qui était plus rapide à mettre ces reves en actions... Et oui, un slow avec elle jusqu'à la fin de mes jours... le bonheur...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Catherine, hope all is well in Mexico, the horror stories continue in the press... hmmm, interesting, I wonder if males are conditioned to see certain things as female, and vice versa ? I guess for an old contraption of rusting metal with fading red paint, it doesn't really matter. Though when I look at the curves of those front tire mud guards, I see pure feminine there...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Robert... I guess some Stop signs along the roads of life are sort of inevitable, and until we get to the big final Stop sign in the sky, we just have to carry on as best we can, and move forward, or sidewise, or backwards, but move we must, we cannot sit still... Take care...

Owen said...

Lynne, now I'm really lost.

What is a "corset" ???

Please help !

PS Great video ! Especially when David Lindley sings the falsetto part ! Fabulous !

Owen said...

Dear Saj, I don't think you did mention the bit about a harlot in scarlet, but apparently it all worked out ok, although that must've been a pretty racy wedding, and no doubt the priest or minister or whatever raised an eyebrow. Or was the marriage in Las Vegas in one of those drive through aisle chapels ??? Well, if Burt Munro made it to Bonneville, I figure you might have made it to Vegas, no ???
;-)

Owen said...

Dear LGS,
Indeed, so sweet and tender pampering is exactly what she needs... who wouldn't want to pamper a lady like her ? I don't often tell people, but I give very wicked massage, having trained in depth in the matter... she obviously was in need of some very thorough massaging on every imaginable surface... PS please don't tell anyone, I don't want crowds of massage starved people turning up at my door !

PS Saw a lovely red squirrel in Paris just the other day... will show you soon...

Owen said...

Ah Clo !
Comment j'aimerais bien voir tes joues teintes de rouge, par les reflets de cette surface bien sûr...

Mille fois merci pour cette chanson que j'avoue je ne connaissais absolument pas. Mais que j'aime maintenant l'avoir entendu tellement que je viens de l'incorporer dans le post à la fin... et voici les paroles complètes, que je vais garder en trésor, trésor d'une valeur d'autant plus estimable car en cadeau de Clo, un Clo cadeau... et oui, avec ça tu viens de gagner une vie entière de café gratuit chez nous. Suffit de passer pour en réclamer...
:-)))))

Paroles : La Rouille
Maxime Le Forestier

L'habitude nous joue des tours :
Nous qui pensions que notre amour
Avait une santé de fer.
Dès que séchera la rosée,
Regarde la rouille posée
Sur la médaille et son revers.

Elle teinte bien les feuilles d'automne.
Elle vient à bout des fusils cachés.
Elle rongerait les grilles oubliées
Dans les prisons, s'il n'y venait personne.

Moi, je la vois comme une plaie utile,
Marquant le temps d'ocre jaune et de roux.
La rouille aurait un charme fou
Si elle ne s'attaquait qu'aux grilles.

Avec le temps tout se dénoue.
Que s'est-il passé entre nous,
De petit jour en petit jour ?
À la première larme séchée,
La rouille s'était déposée
Sur nous et sur nos mots d'amour.

Si les fusils s'inventent des guerres
Et si les feuilles attendent le printemps,
Ne luttons pas, comme eux, contre le temps.
Contre la rouille, il n'y a rien à faire.

Moi, je la vois comme une déchirure,
Une blessure qui ne guérira pas.
Notre histoire va s'arrêter là.
Ce fut une belle aventure.

Nous ne nous verrons plus et puis...
Mais ne crois pas ce que je dis :
Tu sais, je ne suis pas en fer.
Dès que séchera la rosée,
La rouille se sera posée
Sur ma musique et sur mes vers.
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Merci en-coeur Clo !

Owen said...

Hi Deborah... well, I agree, we don't have to wait until you're 90, heck, I may not be able to live another 60 years, that would be a long shot... so anytime soon would be better... Although I rarely publish any on the blog, I do enjoy shooting people... I mean photographs of people ! That came out sounding all wrong...
:-)

Yeah, sometimes old cars hang around the roadside a long time here, but the USA wasn't doing much better from what I saw. Many roadside attractions to be found. Anyway, let me know when you are ready for a shoot...
:-)

clo said...

Un gros bisou Owen...D'ocre de rouille,et de temps qui passe..
je garde en memoire pour le café...:o))

K'line Bloom said...

Owen,

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3pnfl_chris-de-burgh-lady-in-red_music
Teenage years...:)
Cheers

Owen said...

Bonjour Clo... en fait, la grenouille connaissait très bien Maxime le F., c'est juste elle n'avait jamais pensé à me reveler ce poète musicien... bon, on apprend petit à petit dans ce bas monde...
merci encore...

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Salut K'line, ooh-là, je n'avais pas pensé à ça, bien que je connaissais vaguement ce morceau...

Teenage years eh ? Bon, donc c'est peut-être pas si loin dans le passé alors...

Bon dimanche...

K'line Bloom said...

:)
Il reste toujours un ado en chacun de nous...Adolescent, nous avons hâte de grandir pour "faire comme les grands", et une fois la maturité arrivée, nous regrettons cette douce période d'insouciance...
Bon dimanche également Owen !

Clytie said...

Dear Mr. Toad ...

You are my hero.

Roxana said...

wow, Owen, you have everything here, the sirens, the dream cars, the rust, the colours - and i don't dare to think what Mr. Freud would make out of this post :-P
but most of all: wonderful pictures, which left me wishing for more and for more, these colours are addictive!

(and not to mention the lovely song, oh)

shansenn9603q said...

I love your pictures. I enjoy photography, especially old and abandoned things and places. I have come across a couple trucks here and there, and I see the same beauty in them that you do!