Nomad exploring life wherever I am
While I was in the Finger Lakes region, I couldn’t resist the half-hour drive down to Corning to visit one of my favorite museums, the aptly named Corning Museum of Glass. Such gorgeous creations in there, and it is a treasure trove for photographers. While I was in Corning, I also checked out the Rockwell Museum down the street, since there was a combined ticket for both. I’m always up for a new museum. Read on to see the treasures I found…
Last time I passed through Watkins Glen, the parking lots were stuffed full of cars and I was towing a trailer, so I didn’t stop and check it out. This year, I planned way better: four nights at the state park campground, giving me plenty of time to wait out the rain and heat (yes, there were both!) and hike the famous Gorge. It was definitely worth the wait.
Everyone knows about THE Grand Canyon, right? That one in Arizona where the Colorado River looks like a tiny silver thread because it’s so far down there. The one where you can’t even see from rim to rim because it’s THAT BIG. Well, it seems like not everyone has enough respect for THE Grand Canyon because there’s a lot of “the Grand Canyon of <geographical area>” going around. It’s all nonsense, this “Grand Canyon of the Whatever” talk. Let’s take a look at some of the contenders…
One of the most interesting things about Letchworth State Park in western New York is the Autism Nature Trail (ANT), designed to give autistic kids time and space to experience nature in the ways most comfortable to them. I visited the trail one quiet Sunday morning and was pretty impressed by the design and implementation.
Tucked away in a two-story building in downtown Indiana is a little gem of a museum, the Swope. And, by golly, it’s also free. (They have a cool donation station where you dip your card to donate $5 but it’s not at all a high-pressure deal). I went to see a photography exhibit on the second floor but I was also captivated by the Indiana Impressionists special exhibit on the first floor. And it’s not every day that you walk straight into a Renoir, either.