Not exactly a paragon of style here . . . the downtown Shell is known for slinging the most costly gas in town.
I took this photo mostly because I remember a very late night when my friend’s car ran out of gas and we had to walk here to borrow a can and carry it back to her car. It was foggy out and the lights in the gas station were cinematic. There was this kid sitting out in the diffused light strumming a guitar. It could have been out of a movie.
But that’s not this photo. This photo is of a plain ol’ gas station in the daylight. We got some brown hills in the background for kicks, too.