You may not believe as I do that machines have souls but if you've had much contact with machines you'll probably agree they have personalities. The 1st experience with a machine I can remember was with the lawnmower. I'm like, 12, and expected to mow the yard. It was something I didn't really have a problem with except the lawnmower wouldn't start for me unless the old man was standing there. He didn't even have to pull the cord. I would try and try and then go tell him I couldn't start the motor. My father would walk over and the damn thing would start. That's personality.
Tha above 3 images come from my collection of Daytona Beach Bike Week pictures. I started shooting Bike Week when I was in photo school and while most of the photo students were shooting the people characters and the incredible amount of breasts the girls of Bike Week would show I gravitated towards the customized works of art that started as Harley Davidson motorcycles. Some of the best colours I have found in the man made world are painted on race cars and Harley Davidsons.
The bottom 3 images all come from the Rolex 24 Hour race at Daytona Beach International Speedway. Like the Harleys, race cars just got it for me. My pulse quickens when I see the reds. My eyes narrow when I see the cockpits. My finger twitches when I look at the shifter. These 3 photographs are from the legends of the 24, older race cars in the infield that you can get close to and photograph in my case.