My Seneca

Seneca Lake viewed from the shores of Watkins Glen, New York.  This water, this land, runs thick in my veins.  Though I live 3000 miles from her rich beauty, this is the terroir that gives uniqueness to my soul.  This land, along with it's people - my family, friends and others who were cradled in the gently rolling hills and bathed in the cold, clear waters of these Finger Lakes - this land holds my very DNA.  Tomorrow I will make a pilgrimage to the old farm.