“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
You could see the real water tower from the mural. It’s the little thing in the bottom right of the photo. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get the light – or the space to use a telephoto – so you can’t see both very well.
No matter, here’s the real thing, from a blog entry almost three years old.