This apparently flawless Comet owes a lot to its white paint, which upon scrutiny is riddled with the wonderful patina of careful but unrestrained use. It must have lived a garaged life. The top is very nice but also not perfect. As my boss Chester says every time the car appears in the Subway parking lot across the street from our office, "Don't you think it has to be the best original Mercury Comet sedan in the world?" I don't think the half-joking question is far-fetched. I will note the odometer reading next time and update this post.
Portland's cloudless summer skies make shooting any white car a challenge, and I'd been waiting to capture this one in the right light. I couldn't believe when it chose this parking spot yesterday. It's not often photos in shadow can look so appealing. I love the way the reflected sunlight warms these compositions.