photo by sdiver
I was at work the other day, and just as I was parking up my transporter to take a break Chin, my workmate brought to my attention the fact that somebody had arranged the spare transporters all neatly in a row...
I was immeadiately struck by the last lines of a Elizabeth Bishop poam I had read many years ago about a filling station.
Somebody embroidered the doily.
Somebody waters the plant,
or oils it, maybe. Somebody
arranges the rows of cans
so that they softly say:
ESSO--SO--SO--SO
to high-strung automobiles.
Somebody loves us all.
Elizabeth Bishop
This in turn made me think about Frank Llyod Wright's 'gas station'....
