I’ve made photos at this place before, a couple of years ago. Not much had changed on this stop; the place is still slowly falling down and I still found it charming.
But I take that back. Actually a couple of things had changed. The dog that barked all the time I was there on the first stop wasn’t around. And, my granddaughter Hannah, who’s 8, was working as my assistant, helping me spot things to shoot. She’s announced plans to take her photography “to the next level” and while I am not sure I know what that means, exactly, I am pretty proud of her. Another photographer in the family! Anyway, we checked out the pink toilet, which you can see here. It was pretty disgusting, but Hannah showed a pragmatic side when she said, “Well, if you have to go, I guess it’s not that bad.”
Meanwhile, a few things at this abandoned gas station caught my attention.
* Those squarish shapes inside the scars of circles on the wall.
* The restrooms are off to the left, somewhere.
* God is love, according to the letters stuck on the plate glass window.
* Don’t those drapes seem a little formal for a gas station?
* That plant? There in the window on the left? It’s growing on the inside of the building, clinging to the drape. Sort of makes me worried about what the inside of the place looks like.