This is Brush Creek, which flows by my apartment. While Brush Creek is pleasant enough to look at, the fact remains that it's essentially a stylized sewer; I've seen all sorts of stuff down there, including medical waste and a particularly memorable bloated dead rat.
The sad irony is that the bridge where I stood to take this picture is a popular make-out spot. On weekends, I have to shoulder my way through a veritable gauntlet of glazed-eyed, lip-locked couples.
Love -- and god only knows what else -- is in the air.
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