“Driving east–west across North Dakota is already a journey through beauty. Yet here, a quiet little gas station sits peacefully in the vast landscape. A wide stretch of lawn spreads under a sky filled with countless stars. What struck me most was a row of giant tires, standing like silent monuments and leaving a lasting impression on me.”
“Driving east–west across North Dakota is already a journey through beauty. Yet here, a quiet little gas station sits peacefully in the vast landscape. A wide stretch of lawn spreads under a sky filled with countless stars. What struck me most was a row of giant tires, standing like silent monuments and leaving a lasting impression on me.”