Thursday, May 31, 2018

our local gas station


- or maybe not our most local gas station, because the pumps and credit card readers never seem to work at that one, but at the gas station we use most frequently, at the top of Vermont, where there was a murder a little while back, but it's perfectly salubrious (apart from, I guess, the guy who thought I might like to help him buy a lottery card.  Er, no).  This isn't the only mural - I've been meaning to photograph this for a while, and will aim for a full set over the summer.  As ever, in Los Angeles, one can never predict when something will be painted over.

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