this is the remains of an old gas station in the village where i grew up. i have a distinct memory from when i was a little kid that there were very cool toy cars sold at the station. my parents claim i was too young to remember (must have been around three or so). it's strange though, that we carry almost no memories from a period of our lives from which our parents seem to remember everything about us...

the shot was taken using a lomo lc-a on kodak elitechrome iso 400 with the intention of cross-processing it, but the one-hour-lab screwed up.