Most people I know are guilty of taking photos out the window as they drive. On my way to Columbus over break, I decided to snap a photo anytime I saw a "For Sale" sign, because I noticed so many on my way back from school. This one stuck out to me.
I remember driving here with Alysha to get beef jerky with her dad when we were little. I remember standing in the sun, filling up the tank of my little white Grand Am in the summer. I remember driving past it in the snow after pulling an all-nighter for my first "real" photo story, as the sun rose with my excitement. And I remember pulling in there with barely a drop left of gas (too many times)... there's not another gas station for miles.
Whatever, it's just a gas station.
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