I chose to visit a spot that I have gotten to know very well in my childhood. Behind my house in Belmont, Massachusetts, there is a small preserve called Beaver Brook and I spent a large percentage of my childhood either exploring the woods and brook or playing in the field with the many dogs that people bring. The exact spot that I chose is one of the two bridges over the brook. It acts as an entrance to the rest of Beaver Brook. Coming from this direction, it is the first bit of nature that you enter. The area is dominated by Red Oaks. I saw a few Norway Maple and one American Beech, but mostly Red Oak. There is also a small marshy area along with the brook. It is mostly grasses in the marsh and at this time of year it is pretty downtrodden. On the other side of the brook is a big open field where people bring their dogs to play. In the middle of the field there is a giant American Elm that I lie underneath at night and look at how the knotted branches divide the stars. This entire area is defined by its relation to humanity. It is in the middle of a Boston suburb, so it deals with all of the effects of runoff and storm water. There is a large, clear cut field and an asphalt path that goes around the field. People leave trash all over the place, and even smashed a pumpkin in the marsh. This trash made me consider what gift I would leave. I felt conflicted in leaving an actual item, as I was worried it would contribute to the litter problem in the area, so I instead decided my gift would be to pick up some of the litter and free the area of the ten year old Dorito bag.