The high temperature and the humidity tell my body
something different, but for many of us in Northern New Jersey, this weekend
marks the unofficial end of summer. Yet for many in upstate New York, summer's close
came last weekend, with the conclusion of the nine-week programming season at Chautauqua Institution.
I do not live in the area year-round, nor did I
summer there as a child. But over the years, I have probably spent more summer
vacations in this area than anywhere else I can think of. For the provocative
thinking and arts entertainment it offers, the spirit of Chautauqua has entered
my being enough that it is hard to get it out of my system, even, as happened
these past few years, when I stay away for a while.
But part of the magic of the site is the serene body of water bordering this gated Victorian community, Chautauqua Lake. A week ago this past
Friday, I knew I could not really bid goodbye there again until I
walked by the lake before the concert that night.
And so, with the
sun receding and the shadows gathering, I took one last walk around
this largest lake in western New York; gloried in the crisp, cool night air;
and captured it on camera in its all its transient splendor.
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