The lonely explorer, forging through the wooded areas surrounding urban office parks on a late Friday evening, finally comes to a clearing. With camera in hand, he investigates what he thinks might be signs of that "volatile mixture of flammable liquid hydrocarbons derived chiefly from crude petroleum and used principally as a fuel for internal-combustion engines." At least that's the dictionary definition of it. It's just gas to you and him. Careful not to be seen by the panicky and quick-to-suspicion natives, he snaps a picture from afar. Sure enough, it is gas and the station selling the stuff is doing brisk business.
Once across the street, he takes one more picture of the station. The light is low and the flash goes unused. It's an imperfect shot, but he can always hope that it is seen as "artsy" by someone, whatever that means. He's going to put his pictures on a website someday and see if he can sell any of them. The explorer isn't going to worry if they're perfect enough either. As he once heard said, "Don't let perfect get in the way of good." Art stuff and the perception of it can be so subjective that you just don't know what people are going to like. He may as well put it out there and see what happens.
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