i spent much of my sunday at the swap meet in san diego. the incessant odds & ends available at this place will keep you occupied for hours (maybe even days) if you let them. although my heart was set on an old nightstand that fits perfectly beside my bed, it remains to be found. a few old movies and untouched twizzlers amongst one-of-a-kind treasures was plenty to satiate my liking.

old, abandoned buildings (and just about anything else that is older than myself) have been fascinating me and pulling me into their presence for as long as i can remember. 

it stands there, alone and worn, stripped of its novelty, full of character and memories, getting better with age, without trying to be anything other than what it is. 

an admirable quality. 

i found this one a few months back and told myself that i would take a picture next time i pass it. so i did. along with the old gas tanks just outside of it.