Over the weekend I learned of the passing of one of the greatest race photographers of all time, Ken Coles. Most of you probably have never heard of him but from the fifties all the way into the eighties, Coles was one of the sport’s best. His images of sprint cars, midgets, and champ cars during the fifties and sixties consistently brought the viewer right into the action. Looking at a Ken Coles photo you could clearly see the determination of the drivers as they wrestled for control of the bucking and lurching race car. You could sense the danger, almost hear the engine, and feel the heat of competition.
As a race photographer myself, I could only look up to Coles’ work as an almost unattainable goal but one toward which I continue to strive. I was never fortunate enough to meet Ken Coles in person but I have in my possession several prints of his photos. I have reproduced one of my favorites here as just a small way to honor one of the men who inspired me to be a race photographer in the first place.







