Gas Station (ongoing)

In the town of Home, on Washington state’s Key Peninsula, there is a gas station. The station has been around as long as I can remember. As a teen, in Summer, I pulled in to fill portable gas tanks, big ones for the small boat kept at our family beach cabin, and small ones for the lawn mower.  Today, I mostly pass it by, stopping to fill up closer to town.

Like most of rural America, the place has changed over the decades. So has the gas station.