windswept leafy autumn chill
fuel that warmed machine's internals
tanks vapour filled
hollow booming - signage an empty promise
abandoned a day and already unkempt
fenced, dug up and replaced
the land given a new life
and on future warm summer evenings
when myriad people sip and gaze
from fresh balconies
a faint waft of petroleum
hangs sweetly in the air
Our local service station has finally closed. It marks the end of an era for this little suburb. One of the last small servos to go. The bicycle shop – it was handy having one just down the road – closed up months ago. I was on my way back from a family shoot on Sunday and saw that the place had finally closed … so I stopped and took some photographs. The signage came down yesterday morning. I know all things must change and the world moves on but I was sad to see it go. Soon it will be as though nothing was there. Units will be up in a year. Nothing will remain except the faint waft of petroleum hanging sweetly in the air.
What about you? Do you document the things that change before they change?