Corning night shots

Nighttime in Corning NY is a beautiful time, full of hidden rewards.

I don’t often walk after dark, but when I do the sights and lights remind me that I ought to do it more. Black and white photos are my favorites and after dark shots are close to that effect.

June 2011, I think I took this one at sunset, or just before. Judging from the clouds, it was a darkish day...

You can click on any photo to see an enlarged version.

September 2011 and an absolutely gorgeous blend of colors.

November 2011. I was moving when I took this, so were the cars and it appears, so was everything else. Actually like the fuzziness of the street and car lights.

A closeup of a Christmas snowflake (taken down finally within the last month).

Chemung River from the south end of the Bridge Street bridge.

Now I’m standing in the middle of the bridge. Look at that sunset!

One evening, mid-April this year, I stepped out of my apartment and saw this...

and this...

finally this...

A few days later, returning from a United Way Celebratory Dinner at the Radisson, I walked west on Corning’s Market Street...

Centerway Square...

On the last leg of my walk home, crossing the bridge to Corning’s northside...

More People of Corning, NY

People aren't usually my focus, but I they are an integral part of what Corning is. With that in mind, I've collected more shots of our locals...

Click on a photo to see an enlarged version.

See anyone you know?

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August 9, 2011 ~ People of Corning, NY

A very windy walk, plus Riverside, NY

Yesterday, April 9, 2012, was a sunny, but very windy--all day long. A strong urge to walk led me down by the riverside, away from trees and potential falling branches. Wrapped in hat, hoodie and heavy jacket, I set out to brave the breezes.

Approximately three hours and 64 photos later, I arrived home. No, I didn’t walk the entire time. My trek included a stop for lunch, buying a few summer items at the thrift store, and numerous stops for photo-taking sessions. That’s how my walks sometimes are.

You won’t see much evidence of the wind in this pictures. But, it was there, believe me. For example, see the opening photo? I followed along on the opposite side of the street from this old gentleman. He used a lightweight walker and was moving into the wind. It was a huge struggle for him to remain upright (as it was for me to not dash across the street and offer him support!) but he was obviously out for the duration.

Anyways, back to the beginning of the walk...

Heading toward the Chemung River which is just the other side of this dike. At the top of the picture is a glimpse of the west end of Corning’s Southside...




Texting?? Just after I clicked the photo, I was surprised when a little boy popped up behind him, on the slide.


A little spring beauty...



Moving westward along the river, I paused to look back...



Several New York State vehicles were parked down by the river, as well as this machine in the river...



Now you can see some waves...



Are you remembering to click on each photo to see it enlarged?


I’m heading back up onto the dike and will be risking life and limb by walking under trees...






Back on the streets of Corning, still headed west and about to enter Riverside, a tiny adjacent community...






Three of four buses outside En En Chinese Buffet...



Eastward and back into Corning. Nice to see a house SOLD...



Let the mowing begin...



Love the stonework at this longtime Corning business...



The tree’s diameter was more than the width of the sidewalk. One of the larger city trees...



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Looking back at Corning Colors ~ April 2, 2010

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If you live local--or are visiting Corning, NY--and see me at work with my camera, I hope you'll honk your car horn, wave, or even stop to visit!

"April is a promise that May is bound to keep"

Today's title is a quote by author Hal Borland.






I took the bus to the west end of Market Street then walked to the Southeast Steuben County Library, and then back to corner where I got off bus. On this return trip, I spotted this car and waited for it to pull up to the stop sign.



Walking east on Market Street, I took this photo of what used to be Subway (which is now located on the opposite side of the street about a block west of its old location), and is now going to be Evergreen Express - Chinese food. The Evergreen Express is moving because of the new transportation center.



Standing at the corner of the bridge over the Chemung River, looking east from the south side...



This is basically the same shot as the previous one, just a wider view. Corning East High School is on the left...


East High's stadium...



Look carefully in the next photo to see three bridges. I’ve written about each at one time or another. I’m facing west, so on my left is Corning’s Southside, including Market Street. The building you see on the left is part of Corning Inc. Headquarters. I’m standing on the east side of the Brisco bridge (Cedar Street on Southside and Centerway on Northside). Just east is Centerway Bridge, for walkers only. Further east, the green structure is the Bridge Street bridge. That’s the one between me and Wegmans, the bridge I walk the most, photograph the most and write about the most.



If you look at a Google map, you won’t see the walking bridge between Brisco and Bridge. It starts to the left of Centennial Park on the Southside and goes across the river to almost meet the Brisco Bridge on the Northside.

On the Northside of Brisco Bridge, looking left at the YMCA, then the Corning Museum of Glass, and finally Corning Inc. ...



Walking west on Museum Way, back toward Bridge Street, I see Little Joe Tower across the river...



Tulips and dandelions front tall evergreens near Corning Inc. buildings...



Another gorgeous April blooming tree, this one in front of the Days Inn...


The loop around town is completed and I’m headed home from this point.

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And Spring arose on the garden fair,

Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;

And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast

Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant