Old Gas Stations Never Die
September 2, 2012
Because rain threatened and because I think I’ve photographed enough shale for a while, rather than walk to the river yesterday I got into my car and followed my whims. I’d never been in downtown Berlin Heights, a nearby burg, and found a lovely old gas station in the heart of this village of 685 people (according to the 2000 census). I’m sure some consider these buildings an eyesore, so I’m especially glad I found them before someone tore them down. What a treasure trove of textures and colors and shapes. (I don’t think it’s Leptothrix discophora in the fourth photograph, but it seems to be a thin film of something making that iridescence.) The last photo shows the whole complex. In my next posts I’ll show you what else I saw in my peregrinations.










This was well worth travelling for. You found some excellent nuggets to capture here, Linda.
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September 6, 2012 at 4:00 PM
Thanks, Andy. I always want to go back to a place where I’ve found good images, but I’m also afraid to—afraid the magic I had the first time won’t be there when I go back, or that I used up all my observations the first time. Shooting in nature is an exception, though, because it’s always changing, and it’s so complex.
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September 6, 2012 at 4:16 PM