Our holiday travel schedule took us past the Marathon Ashland Petroleum refinery in Canton, Ohio. It has been a landmark on our trips to visit Mom’s family. I wouldn’t have bothered to photograph it except Dad took one on the way up. Since it was taken just before dusk on a cool, damp, winter day, it seems even more industrial. The flame near the center of the image burns almost perpetually. As a child, I always wondered why they just burned it off. It seemed as if it were burning, somebody could at least use it to fuel something, even if it was waste.