It isn’t just a car—it is a link.

The Porsche 911 Carrera S shone under the Oak trees. The shadows of their branches telling stories in their reflections. I set up my Graflex Super D camera—the one Ed, my husband, bought for me—with my Brass Petzval lens attached and lined up the shot, capturing her details onto the film. In the darkroom, I hand-developed the negatives, the car taking shape in shades of gray. It isn’t just a car—it is a link.

Dad was a Porsche lover and a photographer.

He owned so many Porsches, and his camera was always with him. He’d drive us (my mom, sister and I) in them and other exotic cars, and photograph us playing next to them. He taught me how to see the world through his lens. That stuck with me, even after he was gone.

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I married Ed, a Porsche lover too.

When he gave me the Graflex, it felt like a nod to Dad. Now, with his 911 Carrera S, I’d tied them together—Dad’s lessons, Ed’s gift, my hands. The photos I developed aren’t just of a car; they are a piece of Dad’s eye, Ed’s heart, and my past, all rolled into one.

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"The Family Seal"

1970 One Month after I was born, my dad was in an F5 Tornado and was spared

 "I couldn't find the sports car of my dreams, so I built it myself," and "A Porsche will always look like a Porsche". 
Ferdinand Porsche