End of an Era

I doubt if I have all the facts, but I think I have the general gist of the thing.  For as many years as I can remember, and probably for as many years as I have existed, there have been three “Gas Stations” on Vlissengen Road, right next to one another; from north to south it was Texaco, then Esso and then Shell.  I think most Guyanese grew up calling these places Gas Stations, instead of the more internationally acceptable “Petrol Station” or “Service Station”.  At Mashramani time, these stations were always popular meeting places, and even “drinking places”.

A few years ago, the Shell service stations were purchased by Sol, and are operated under the Shell brand/franchise, shortly after that Sol also bought out the Esso service stations, these now operate either unbranded or as Sol service stations. So at this point Sol had two service station competing with each other, right next door to each other, on Vlissengen Road.  I figure that it was only a matter of time before one had to close down.

The Esso service Station was known by many as the KC Correia Service Station, and it has been under that management for more years than I care to count.  I was told that it is now closing its doors.  That is sad, but changes are inevitable and we must either change with it or be left behind.  It seems that the old Esso Station was chosen to close its doors over the more modern Shell Station.

I took this photo last Friday, not knowing when I would get the chance again.

KC Correia Service Station, Vlissengen Road. Canon EOS REBEL T1i. 18 mm. 25s at f/16, ISO 200

Before Our God

Philomena CorreiaI have come to realize that the photographs I take are an expression of my life and the events, people, places and things that affect and have an effect on me.  Few things can effect changes in a person as drastically as the death of someone close.  In times like this I realize that while I like taking photographs I can never seem to to capture the emotions of a scene as many of the professionals can.  I can’t explain it, but I “had” to take photographs at my Grandmother’s funeral, it wasn’t something I wanted to do, or even preferred to do, I rationalized it as a job that would help keep me occupied, but it was more than that.

To my Grandmother, may she rest in peace.