Please don't explode
London, ON, March 2010
I've been surveying the new-to-me neighborhood where I now work, and I've been coming across some rather fascinating things. To wit, there's a petroleum tank farm located not a 10-minute walk from the front door. Although I'm not allowed inside - gee, I wonder why - it's still a fairly cool place to observe from the outside.
In our post-9/11 world, however, I suspect a stranger with a camera wandering around the street just outside the front gate isn't exactly the most welcome kind of visitor. Indeed, I'm rather certain my initial photo shoot has now been immortalized on some grainy black-and-white security video.
When I eventually find my name on the no-fly list, at least I'll know why.
Your turn: If these things didn't have to hold gasoline, diesel and other forms of dead dinosaurs, what would you want them to hold? Feel free to be as creative as you wish.
