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israelcastillophoto · 8 months
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Finger Lakes, New York
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zoeflake · 1 year
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Cayuga Lake inlet
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lake-lady · 8 months
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Wow ⭐️🪐🌅
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timetolearnoclock · 6 months
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loaf
“Mallards loaf in a sheltered cove, avoiding Cayuga Lake’s rough water.”
October 1951
Quote taken from original text included with the image in the magazine
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fermentedradishes · 8 months
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krnaturalphoto · 1 year
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Experience Joy In The Outdoors | Cayuga Lake
Living in the Finger Lakes Region of New York has many benefits. For me the most rewarding aspect of living in the Finger Lakes Region is access to so much outdoor options. Beautiful nature scenes and a variety of different ways to enjoy being outside. A big part of this is obviously due to the Finger Lakes themselves. Cayuga Lake and its surrounding areas might just be the epitome of what I…
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celestial-satyr · 10 months
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hankwag93 · 1 year
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Not my first ever wild river otter encounter but the first time I was ever able to photograph one! More images to follow! Taken 1/16/23.
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forestduck · 2 years
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heavenlybackside · 3 months
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Cayuga Lake, NY
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As you may recall, MacKenzie-Childs is my absolute favorite decor that I can’t afford, and the former MacKenzie-Childs estate is on the market again. It wasn’t sold that long ago, so I wonder why. It’s in King Ferry, New York and listed for $1.8M. 
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Although it may be overkill, I’m surprised that I see don’t more of their products. The floor lamp chair on the right are MC. Every time I see a celebrity’s house I play “Spot the MC stuff,” like Chris Jenner has it and so does Khloe. 
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This is some dining room. The table is huge and love the fireplace.
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In the kitchen I see their Courtly Check fabric on the chairs. Apparently the current owners did some renovations.
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Definitely an MC bath. All of their stuff is made here in upstate New York, all painted by hand.
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Lovely bedroom, but I don’t think it’s the main one.
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Look at the reading nook in this room. Love this.
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Maybe this is the main bdrm.
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Adorable little room. 
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Family room on the top floor.
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A sitting room with a guest bed.
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The home is on Cayuga Lake and a 1790 farmhouse is also on the property.
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Under $2M is actually a good price.
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There’s also a carriage house and a cottage. The name of the Estate is Evermore.
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This looks like it may be one of the bedrooms in the cottage.
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Sauna next to the barn. 
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This is interesting. A breezeway used for big dinner parties that extend outdoors.
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You can see the breezeway in this shot.
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Full gym with climbing wall. 
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Gorgeous estate. I would have to put in a pool somewhere on the grounds, though.
https://www.newyorkupstate.com/finger-lakes/2022/04/mackenzie-childs-former-estate-is-for-sale-again-see-photos-of-renovations.html
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timetolearnoclock · 6 months
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underwater bonanza
“Cayuga Lake’s expert divers chart an underwater bonanza.”
October 1951
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qbdatabase · 5 months
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American Dreamer by Adriana Herrera For Nesto Vasquez, moving his Afro-Caribbean food truck from NYC to Ithaca is a gamble. If it works? He’ll be a big fish in a little pond. If it doesn’t? He’ll have to return to the day job he hates. He’s got six months and the last thing he needs is a handsome distraction. Jude Fuller is proud of the life he’s built on the banks of Cayuga Lake. Safe, quiet, ... lonely. Until he tries Ithaca’s most-talked-about new lunch spot and works up the courage to flirt with the handsome owner. For the first time in his life, Jude can finally taste the kind of happiness that’s always been just out of reach. An opportunity too good to pass up could mean a way to stay together and an incredible future for them both ... if Nesto can remember happiness isn’t always measured by business success. And if Jude can overcome his past and trust his man will never let him down.
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krnaturalphoto · 1 year
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Photographing Taughannock Falls State Park | My Favorite Spots | Tips and Ideas
Photographing Taughannock Falls State Park | My Favorite Spots | Tips and Ideas
Taughannock Falls State Park is one of my favorite New York State Parks to photograph. There are a lot of different aspects of this park. It is really easy to overlook something on any given visit. Or you can commit on visit each to an area of the park. Visitor Center Don’t overlook making a stop at the visitor center at this state park. The visitor center was completely rebuilt in recent…
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[Amherst :: from my files]
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A very nice piece by a master of his craft, Garrison Keilor:"
I love this September chill in the air. I love sweaters. They hide the age wrinkles on my inner upper arms. A stocking cap means I don’t have to comb my hair. Delicate souls are yearning for Florida and maybe catch a temp job as a consumer influence consultant, enough to pay for a condo with a pool, but not me, I’m not into influence and Florida brings out the bad taste in people and nobody wants to see an old man in a thong bikini. So here I am. 
I like the coffee here. I’ve figured out how the shower works and no longer stand under scalding water because I turned the wrong knob; I don’t want to go to Florida and stay in a motel with a crank for a shower knob and be burned alive while naked. So I’ll stay up North. Here I take a shower, wrap a towel around me, walk into the bedroom and sing, “O my love, my darling, I hunger for your touch.” In Florida, I’d go to the ER. 
The air is golden, smelling of wine and apples and woodsmoke. It takes me back to when I was 15, sitting in the press box and covering the football games for the Anoka Herald, my first paid writing job. And when I was 18 and a girl and I lay in a pile of leaves and made free with each other. Now I��m 80, the sky so clear I can see vast constellations, standing in the yard, aware of the universe and also smelling the rich spongy earth below my feet. An eternity of stars above, including stars that no longer exist but their light still comes to us, and I stand here in mystification, having unlearned so much of what I thought I knew about life, achieving this plain peasant life. It’s a second childhood. Someone told me the other day that “racecar” spelled backward is “racecar.” Amazing.
This is why I quit drinking and got my mitral valve replaced, so I could see beyond the average life expectancy and it’s quite worth the wait, to live in a state of wonder. Writing prose is a form of gardening, which my dad was good at, especially strawberries and asparagus and tomatoes. Store-bought tomatoes tasted like cardboard to him. (Now they taste the same to me.) My aunts Josephine and Eleanor were passionate gardeners. If my essays were as good as their cucumbers and lettuce, I’d be a major success, but frankly I like being a struggling octogenarian up-and-comer. People show me deference because I walk with a cane, and that’s okay, but I live in a very small world. My heroes are dead, my ambition is quite awake, I don’t believe in tragedy anymore, I believe in mystery. 
I am mystified by my grandson and what an excellent human being he has become. He is a bulwark and an inspiration. I had two grandsons but the other one took his own life one afternoon after school. He was a lively inquisitive boy in love with all of nature, especially animals, and had the ability to retain practically everything he ever read, and he’s been gone for five years and I haven’t accepted his death. I will always be mystified by it, as I am by my childhood friend Corinne who paddled a canoe out onto Lake Cayuga one moonlit night in 1986, her pockets full of rocks, and overturned it and drowned. It was thirty-six years ago but still vivid to me, especially tonight. 
Memory is tied to smell and on a September night chapters of life return to mind, unbidden. I’ve forgotten most of the books I ever read. Theology is of no use to me. I’m a child; I believe “All things work together for good to them that love God.” As a boy I used outhouses and now I walk into a men’s toilet and pee in a urinal and step back and it automatically flushes. I walk around with a device in my pocket the size of a half-slice of bread and I can call my grandson for a report on Gen Z or read the Times or do a search for “Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar requires sorest need.” It’s a sweet world. My beloved sent me out for a walk and here I am, going nowhere, looking at everything all at once."
[Thank you Ian Sanders]
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travsd · 1 year
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On the Wonderful Wharton Studios
I’ve spent a ton of time in gorgeous (gorges) Ithaca, New York over the last 20 years. My kids grew up there and we spent countless hours roaming the beautiful natural vistas around Cornell, the shores of Lake Cayuga, surrounding woods, and all the rocky features, cliffs, gorges, and waterfalls for which the area is moderately famous. Hence, I’ve ended up knowing more than your average silent…
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