Someone tell me where Joe Wallace lives, because I want to go there. Yesterday morning, I read his Wall Street Journal story, “Leap in Gas Prices Puts $3 a Gallon in Sight“, in state of disbelief. In sight, as in coming? Because here in San Diego, that reference means looking back. We passed three bucks a gallon well more than a month ago. In fact, before President Executive Order killed off the Keystone Pipeline, the price had been $2.86 for months—and that was up 30 cents from Summer 2020—at my local economy filling station.
“Gasoline prices at pumps in the U.S. hit an average of $2.88 a gallon over the past week, according to the AAA”, Joe writes. “In California, the most expensive market, average prices stand at $3.88, according to AAA”. Hours later, I shot the Featured Image, with Leica Q2 Monochrom, specifically to illustrate this essay. Granted, Chevron charges more than many competitors but not outrageously greater than the $3.88 at nearby Valero.
The signs sit at the corner of Texas and University in North Park. The vantage point looks West to Hillcrest. Vitals, aperture manually set: f/5.6, ISO 200, 1/1250, 28mm; 12:57 p.m. PDT. For a splash of color, I snapped another, using iPhone XS, looking East. Vitals: f/1.8, ISO 25, 1/2075 sec, 26mm (film equivalent); 12:57 p.m.