I take the professor to work several times a week. And each time we drive to the university, we pass an old and very adorable Volkswagen van. It’s red and cream and pretty much the cutest thing I’ve seen on four wheels in a long time. Besides the 2010 black Audi sedan that blew past me the other day.
So I’ve been on a mission to snag a picture of the thing for several months now. But I don’t exactly drive around with a camera in my car. Plus I feel really awkward about taking pictures of someone else’s property – without their consent or encouragement.
But one Saturday, several weeks ago, I found myself in the car. With a camera. And a few free minutes. So I decided to throw caution to the wind and snap a picture of the retro cuteness. Only to find, when I got there, that the owners were inside the car.
Also, the sky was white-bright, which is never as nice as a blue sky. But the owners eventually went back inside the house, so I took a couple of quick shots and drove away.
The pictures weren’t any good. And that bothered me more than it probably should have.
I decided to try again earlier this week while the Gort was at school. Neither the two year old or the baby would nap, so I piled them in the car and drove back to the street where the van resides. I stood in the middle of the street – not wanting to get too close to the house or the van – and snapped a few photographs.
I’m pretty sure the neighbors who drove up behind me in their white SUV thought I was a weird-stalker-type. Which I’m not. I mean, if people want to own retro looking car-vans and park them in very visible locations, they should understand that pictures will be taken.
At least the neighbors waited patiently for me to get out of their way. And they didn’t yell at me or anything. But I probably should not go back. This picture will just have to do.