DAY 98

For just a second, I could imagine myself looking at an ancient arch in Tuscany or somewhere.

But it's actually a drainage culvert in Normal.

Addendum to yesterday's post:
This culvert is where the ducks were congregating on Saturday morning. Today I learned why: I met a gentleman who lives in the vicinity and has been feeding the ducks for many years. He has watched the flock grow from one couple to more than thirty quackers.