Apologies for the horrid photo: it’s the best of a bad bunch (low-light, phone camera, digital zoom… a perfect storm). I saw this gas station (formerly a Flying A gas station) walking through Portland, Maine on my way to Bonobo Pizza. I knew I had to photograph it, that I’d stumbled on something important. It was on the tip of my tongue when I saw it: something about the importance of the gas station in American life.
Seeing this gas station changed the way I look at things and has totally changed the direction of my work in the last few months since I saw it.