Dave and I Iooked at this photograph at the Met. Untitled by Robert Gober. The photo is not anything particularly special. This picture could be taken anywhere. There is nothing that sets this drain apart from others. The drain at the center of the photo appears to be located in a forrest. There is no grass around it, just dead leaves and dirt. The black and white works well, and draws your eye to the white circle in the photo. The drain, being the focal point of the picture, acts as the punctum. Although so simple, the drain asks many questions. Where is this drain? Where does it lead to?  Is there more meaning to the drain than what we see? The drain can be a symbol. You can’t tell where it goes. On the other side of the drain can be an entirely different world. The darkness of the inner drain is truly the punctum.