that wagon

I caught a glimpse of this wagon late last year as it drove down my street.  I sat at the window waiting for it to come back down the street, but it never did.

A couple weeks ago, I heard tire rubbing on fender as I was finishing the dishes that were in the sink.  I darted to the front door, and sure enough, it was that wagon!

Nicole was getting ready to leave for a couple hours which meant that I was in charge of Nova.  I moved from window to window looking for the wagon to come down the street again.  After what felt like years, I saw it coming down the street towards the house.  I flew out the front door and flagged it down.

I introduced myself and informed the driver that I wanted to shoot his wagon.  We chatted it up a little bit, and he was on his way, with no real plan made for a shoot.

Thanks to social media, plans were made via Facebook to set up a shoot on Saturday night after the “Profiling” photo session was completed.

I now have two new friends (one Polish, one Puerto Rican) and a full understanding of what “twerking” is because of my interest in this wagon.

Onto the photos…

Hey, this is private property you are on…