Everyday thousands pass this, the last remaining structure on a piece of land which was once a gas bar. I don't imagine a one of them sees it and thinks "picture." I know I didn't until the other night, on the way to pick up my wife downtown. It was then that I realized the clover in front of the purple painted doors could be used in a composition to make a picture.
The view presented here is one that for almost everyone, is a view that only exists in a picture — unless, of course, you have been known to crawl about in the weeds of this abandoned site flat on your belly.
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