This booth was in Garrison, and was likely the site of late-night cab calls, as it was (is? I haven't been back in a while, but I believe it remains) situated by the train station and a long-shuttered bar. Faded green and phoneless. Here it somehow became a sort of ghostly faded skeletal relic in a gray landscape. Oil on wood, 10"x14".
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