Oil spill has become a dirty word these past 30 years. The term conjures up videos of seals and shore birds being rescued from a sticky black, death-dealing stuff our civilization depends upon.

Yet, as a child, I always enjoyed the sight of very, very minor oil "spills"; more likely a few drops of gasoline or oil spread on the pavement, preferably wet.

I guess the automotive designers are doing a reasonably good job of sealing leaks these days, as I don't often see these little rainbow scenes on a driveway or at a gas station.

Of course, the reason may simply be our dry climate. We are, after all, warned that a rainstorm following an extended dry period may result in very slick and dangerous driving conditions.


In any event, when I see such a patch, I can't avoid photographing all those colors. But: where did the red go?