By themselves, these photos are a bit weak. This is another one from my Gasoline Stations portfolio. And yes, I know about Ed Rauscha’s Twenty Six Gasoline Stations. Years ago I ran across it in the University Library. It was just sitting on the shelf with the other photo book, and could be checked out. Frankly, I was not impressed by it a bit. So, now I am photographing abandoned gasoline stations, and I am enjoying it. Go figure.
To me, what is remarkable is that all these stations are along one relatively short stretch of road, perhaps no more than 50 miles long, and so far I have over thirty of them. This whole project really ought to be turned into an Ethnographic case study. As somebody suggested a while back, I really should have used a GPS when doing these photos. I don’t have one in my car and much less a camera with one built in.
What interests me about them is how much they symbolize the dying and teetering economy in this part of Florida, and how that perhaps relates to the number of Confederate flags flying, and the outrageous and off the wall political and religious billboards appearing and disappear along this stretch of road.