Ithaca

Our weekend was spent in a cheap hotel room drinking complimentary coffee


and finding beauty all over a splendid suburb town called Ithaca.



We walked the trails at Robert Treman state park




and we rested our tired feet in the water as we oohed and ahhed the water that ran into the gorge.










*softly whispers,* "I love him."


small gorge

The sky, so beautiful. hands clasped. eyes open.



Yes, the trails of the great Robert H. Treman state park can be quite strenuous. and only for the extremely brave to embrace.






We make a good team.


We also explored Buttermilk Falls.



It was rich with beauty and clothed with flawless landscaping.








I couldn't stop snapping my camera.

...From the sky.



To the thick chocolate milk-looking puddles that lay at our feet.

*snap*


*snap*


*snap!*


Oh! ...then there was the water fall and rounded walls of rock.








...No art can surpass the art of our God-made earth.






We lingered until we gazed up in search of the sky and saw the tiniest bit of light shining through the pines.









We returned to our hotel room feeling fulfilled and inspired.

laughing at our retro phone and other cheap hotel room accents.






Feeling a little nutty in the, "we haven't exercised to this point of exhaustion in over 5 years" way.


Everything is always funny when you feel like pudding


Yesterday morning we drove back home along the seemingly quiet motorway. The song, "Solsbury Hill" echoing out of the radio. and I felt loved.

Feeling so loved.

Happy Anniversary darling,
Jessie