Letchworth State Park Never Grows Old
There are definitely things we do in life, not because of novelty but due to the fact that they are tried and true. Letchworth State Park is one of them. After hearing John Kucko, pronounced Kutchko, extolling the praises of the Park last week on Columbus day, I had a real desire to go see it again. It was definitely not my first time. I had come years ago with my daughter Ana and my grandkids while I still lived in Florida. They were young enough that they were still using the swing set at the park. The next time I was still living in Puerto Rico, but was sheltering in NY after Hurricane Maria. It was such a contrast to home. Now I have settled in somewhat to be closer to my two daughters who have made New York their home. I mention these prior visits because I learned a valuable lesson on my first visit one summer as I pursue daisies on an incline. To secure that picture I ventured beyond the safe slate fence from which we are not to step. Being a camara aficionada, I did