On Tuesday I spent the day surveying an old oilfield, discovered in 1936 and still producing a small quantity of oil. This well was shut in long ago. Long enough for vegetation to take a strangle hold. I don't see this as an eyesore, any more than I do the numerous abandoned mines in Colorado or the scars of old granite quarries on Dartmoor. I call them a part our heritage, ikons of our species!