Down the highway toward Bethany Beach. Master model epic classic gas station on the left. Rolled on in my magic car one-half mile past, u-turned, parked in most talented gasoline station parking lot, off to the right. Wanted to take 4 pictures, took only 2, battery died. A man was in the gas station, partially in the doorway at one point. I wanted him in the pic, like one of the sharecroppers Walker Evans photographed. The man moved out of the picture frame, me no have courage to ask him to pose, so I get an empty opposite happy bright happy happy antithesis to an Edward Hopper.