Not the most beautiful picture in the world, but it's the bottom end of a culvert that's dear to my heart. A tiny little brook flows past my childhood home and I have countless fond memories of it. This culvert allows the brook to pass below the highway and spill into the ocean about 50 feet beyond this picture. As adventurous children, it took my brother, my friends and myself several years (and a lot of courage) to finally walk all the way from the other end through the darkness to this end. It was very creepy inside, with strange echoes, squishy surfaces and odd oily smells. Sweet memories.
