While traveling through Auburn, NY, I came across this glorious relic of that American past-time, the drive-in. This particular drive-in is still in use. Of course I had to pull over and take a few photos: the bright red classic car against the perfectly blue, cloud-covered sky, the hand-written old signs and rusty license plates on the dilapidated ticket shack, and the lone bird flying through the lonely lot.




Stranded at the Drive-In
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