Subaru Airbag Recall

Wasted my afternoon at Subaru. Didn’t have a the part my car needed, despite sending recall notice telling me to bring the car in or a loaner car so the car could be checked out. Drove out there for nothing (40 minutes each way and gas and anxiety on the turnpike).

As I made the appointment to return on Friday, the pleasant woman at the desk revealed a tattoo (my favorite off topic subject besides actual flowers). After a compliment on her art, I asked if I could shoot it.

She noticed my little point and shoot and said she was a budding photog who did weddings and portraits with a camera her father bought her, the name of which and make she didn’t know. I was so annoyed at having to return, but nonetheless motivated to get a shot.

I only had the patience for one or two shots (no time to adjust the light), but I got the tattoo. Fixed it like the other one in LR and Color Efex.

Author: duckshots

Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.

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