It felt like Niagra Falls and the Grand Canyon colluded in some heavenly sphere and fused into a deep gorge with waterfalls that parade through its harmonious perfection.

A perfection 35 miles southwest of Rochester, New York called Letchworth State Park.

The day I visited, a chilly wind blew through the air and the sharp wintery sun warmed the shadows of spindly, barren trees.

A path traces the gorge’s rim past a misty rainbows and a wobbly bridge that trains still pass over.

Past craggy rocks and the simple beauty of winter’s delicate touch.

 


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