Classic 'bad' amateur snapshot -- 1960s vintage, judging by the car (Chevy? Rambler?)--but also a paean to a certain Southern Calif-ornian civilization one recognizes all too well. One has 'lived' that Kodachrome blue sky, that flat concrete driveway, that scrubby attempt at a lawn, that faded green plastic hose snaking around between the kids' legs and under the car.
The scene itself has a certain dramatic charm. Who's the old guy with the strange gray box? And what's the bigger kid--the one caught in jaunty
contrapposto--telling him? Is that the mother leaning on the back of the passenger seat of the car? The little brother standing on the hose is nothing less than one's
beau idéal-- then and now.
