A walk in the woods today, turned out to be a macrofungi field trip. Still very damp, even mucky in places, after getting eight inches of rain in recent weeks. All these pictures, with the exception of the second one, were taken within a few hundred feet of each other.
In Trumansburg, NY, flowing into Cayuga Lake, a few miles north of Ithaca.
Thirty feet taller than Niagara Falls (but a bit less water)
The name “Taughannock” is apparently not Iroquois, but most likely Leni Lenape (aka Delaware, an Algonquin tribe). I’ve heard many explanations for the word, from “large waterfall in the woods,” to the name of a Delaware chief, to “Better get out and carry your canoe for a bit“.
Upon reflection, as they say…
I’d prepared an angry political diatribe after the election, but decided, upon reflection, to post a pretty postcard from my home, New York, instead.
The Botanic Gardens are part of Cornell University in Ithaca, NY, and until a recent PC name-change, were called “Cornell Plantations”.
Despite hearing his name all my life, I don’t know much about Ezra Cornell, but he seems like a pretty stand-up guy.
A “self-made man,” he started out as a humble carpenter. Then a traveling plow salesman (on foot! I guess he’d never get lost, he could just follow the furrow home), went on to help found Western Union and Cornell University, and was a generous philanthropist. Kicked out of his church when he married for love, a woman from “outside of the faith”.
While not an abolitionist, he was a Republican politician, at a time when that party was opposed to slavery and oppression.
This photo is not retouched. It looks a bit like the way I pictured Heaven, when I was a little kid, or at least, heaven for some well-mannered denomination, maybe one that doesn’t cast out people like Ezra Cornell, for marrying a Methodist!
I guess, if you’d been really good, there’d be a golf course, too.
And maybe an ice cream stand.
Otherwise, a pretty heavenly spot.
This is not a particularly colorful shot, but I just like this stretch of the creek,
I guess in part, because this is the farthest upstream I’ve been.
So your imagination can create whatever it wants, past that bend.
(Pretty sure it’s just cow pastures, but still…when the picture was taken, I didn’t anticipate posting it from South America, so who knows what’s up around the bend.)
“It’s easy to go around the bend, but hard to see around the corner.”