Saturday, August 22, 2009

Gas stations. I love gas stations. Why? I don't know.
In the first one, the gentleman in the red sweater and black hat showed up about an hour into the painting, and proceeded to tear the small shed down. I worked like a maniac to get the information down. By the time I'd finished the painting he and the the shed were gone. SOLD
This Esso station closed some time ago. Another business, car detailing or something, occupied the building for a short time and erected the neon yellow signs. They vacated and now it's empty again.

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