A deserted highway corner in 1930s West Virginia shouts its advertisements into the emptiness. In the foreground, a telephone pole with a sign posted on it we cannot see anchors and divides the image. To its left, a telephone pole across the street connects to a grid of wires. To its right is a gas station with boldly painted signs and pumps standing idle, yet ready to serve. The highway paving is lined, dividing it into grid-like sections that echo the network of wires, above. The round telephone sign boasts of connections, yet there’s no one around to connect.