Yesterday, I was bagging cherries at a farm stand in Indiana. I asked the woman working the stand whether the gas station across the road had reasonable prices. She gave me directions to another station in the area, where she filled up, that absolutely had the best price. I asked the name of the station but she honestly couldn't remember. I thought about the places I've seen so often that their particular details blur. A station, a restaurant, a grocery store become a mass of light, color and shapes. Places you go to, that you can provide directions for, but otherwise have no name.
All photos by William Eggleston