This abandon gas station is located in a historic neighborhood. When I see buildings like this I think about the stories, the people, and even the products that once were. I can imagine the rotary phone on the wall and the manual cash register on the counter. I am certain the guy behind the counter knows every person that walks through the door and the young man pumping gas knows every car by sight.
Its an era of simpler times, summer evenings on the front porch and lightening bugs by the thousands.