Ithaca

Following our week in Cape Cod, I took our camper van and began driving back to Texas.  But not by a direct route -- I had places I wanted to visit that were more or less along the way.  The first of these was my college town of Ithaca, New York, which I hadn't been to in 25 years.

I had quite a time finding a place to shoot the sunset.  I started at Taughannock Falls, but there was just a trickle of water flowing.  So I tried Buttermilk Falls, and it was bone dry.  Third time proved to be the charm, as Sunset Park lived up to its name.

The setting sun shone warmly on some Bear Oak acorns.

Following my tried-and-true rule of always turning around to see what's behind me when I'm out shooting, I caught a beautiful rainbow.

When the sunset came, it was magnificent.

And I was not the only one there to enjoy it.

After a restful night at the Laughing Goat Fiber Farm, I awoke to a sunrise whose splendor easily equaled the previous night's sunset.

If I'm being petty, I'd wish for some vibrant wildflowers in the field.  But there's no point in being petty with a view like this.

The previously mentioned Taughannock Falls was still impressive, even without its water.  Still, some water would have been nice. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The view from the Stewart Avenue bridge over Fall Creek is so lovely, I don't know why I didn't take the time to enjoy it every day I lived in that house on the left, which I did for a year in college. 

Back when I was a student at Cornell, coming down to the gorge to sunbathe was pretty common.  Now there are signs discouraging people from walking right up to Horseshoe Falls.  I, however, am not easily discouraged.

A delightful stop that brought back some wonderful memories and made some new ones!