A gas pump at our local gas station. Corrales, New Mexico.
I stopped for a fillup at Phillips 66 at Oh! It’s still dark thirty this morning. While I was waiting for my tank to fill, I noticed the pump in the bay across the way had what looked like a 66-inch long tape of unclaimed receipts. The pump I was on wasn’t giving receipts, perhaps my receipt was printed on the pump across the way.
Cassis is a beautiful village tucked into a cove with a couple of small, but nice beaches. It’s like a dream village for those who would like to get up, have coffee looking out on the water, lay in the sun and wade in the clear, blue water. There is a scenic road the winds along the cliffs above the sea between Cassis and La Ciotat we were going to drive, but it was closed. The road up the mountain on the way was so steep that the VW Up! we are driving could barely get Up the road — truly “hors catégorie” on the grade of that road. The last photo is face of Mont Sainte Victoire. Cézanne painted the profile of the Sainte Victoire looking east.
Off Center & Not Even 