This is another of the tanks that overlook the city from its South Portland home. Five or so of these have been painted by a commissioned artist, but this is one of the many that have been left to look out for themselves. To tell you the truth, I kind of like rusty look of this one with its steps leading up almost endlessly, then nothingness. I feel that way at work... sometimes. Ah, I hear the familiar piano cords of the MPR musical lead-in off in the kitchen. Just the recipe for a lazy, rainy, spring Sunday morning.