So the car was a natural choice for me in 1987 when I wanted to take a formal portrait of my wife and baby boy and they both fit comfortably on the bumper of that first car. I enjoyed looking at the photograph, decided to do it again the next year, and it then became a long-term portrait project to harass my family once a year. They can (and often do) complain during the shoot (see 1994) and are sometimes impatient, but they do like looking at the pictures, while not always agreeing with my choices (again see 1994).
