I had heard about this old gas station, and one day a friend and I set out to find it. It took all day, a lot of driving up and down little country roads that were lucky to have ever seen asphalt, and a few stops to talk to the locals, but finally...there it was, the classic country gas station sitting out in the central Pennsylvania jingweeds, a rare Smithsonian-grade artifact from an America that ain't anymore. You can hardly find them at all these days, if there are any left.
It was pretty amazing to see 29 cents a gallon showing on the rusty pump, which meant this place pumped its last squirt around 1970. A blackened light bulb remained in the lampshade and the hose had fallen off the pump and was laying in the weeds. Stillness, the woods, a few houses, and a long way to go to town.
You are seeing the entire business in this image, one small building and one pump with one flavor of gas, and it sat exactly like this until a few years ago when the pump was taken out and the building collapsed from rotted sills. On your way to happy motoring, it was the kind of place you could get a small bag of chips and a Nehi with your fill up, but now it can only serve up memories through this image.
This image originated back in the film days and was shot in dappled fall light. There is also a sunny winter snow shot of this gas station in the catalog titled Octane Alley, which was done recently digitally.