Today, the clouds that roam languidly over our lake valley are gone.  Feeling exalted, I head over to Stewart Park to fly the drone and capture the lakeshore mudflat exposed by the melting ice.  Stewart Park is Ithaca‚Äôs waterfront park and reads as a gracefully aging one, settled into its quiet, predictable rhythm of scattered creaky swing chairs lined under the furrowed, wizened cottonwoods.  As much as some Ithacans yearn for the swimming days of yore, it remains an impossibility without the constant dredging of the shallow, muddy bottom.   And indeed, this park seems to be slowly reverting to its […]

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