Erik Dasque::Photo Gallery

Well, so I think this one has a cool story. At the time, I was living in Roslindale, a quaint neighborhood in the outskirts of the city of Boston. On my way to the center of town, I would always drive past this very cute, old and retired gas station. Now the building itself was small and plain but the old red gas pumps gave the whole place an eerie and passé look. The house and its pumps were an oddity in this neighborhood where multi-million dollar homes stretched their opulence behind forged iron gates. I would drive by that place a dozen times every week, always thinking I should stop and take a photo. One night, I did, coming back from an evening in Boston. I had the camera in my car (I was driving a hot chili red Dodge Durango then, what was I thinking ?) so I stopped and took a few shots. It was late, I was slightly buzzed. A hard yellow street light and the incoming traffic were illuminating the scene. I took a few shots, planning to come by the next day and properly photograph the time capsule. And so I did. Except the next day, the pumps were gone, ripped away from their home. The little house looked abandoned, ugly and now meaningless in its desuetude. I regret that I was unable to capture that little house better but maybe it's for the best. I hope the gas pumps didn't just go to a landfill and were bought for a high price in order to be displayed proudly in a museum or a nice home, somewhere.