Tanks
When I moved to California in 1986, the only place I could afford to live was in Emeryville.
The house I rented was in a industrial area of town.
In fact, most of the town was in a industrial area of town.
Tracks and tanks sprawled over the landscape just a few feet beyond the rose bushes surrounding my front door.
There's much to be said for contrast.
I came to love the tanks.