The scene in my mind was fifty years old, but the setting was unchanged. My ghost boats could have glided in, peopled by their ghost crews, and moored in their old slips. I don’t need to visit the cemetery to memorialize my dead; they are all around me each time I go home. That is a great reason to visit, and an even better one to leave.
Each time I’m in Buffalo, NY I remember anew what a beautiful city it is. Buffalo is graceful, light and airy despite its very elaborate and important architecture. A system of parkways radiates from the center of the city to connect its neighborhoods and parks. This was the work of America’s first landscape architect, Frederick […]
Forgotten Buffalo recently posted the above photo of a derelict sign for Griffis Sculpture Park in East Otto, New York. This outdoor art museum was created by sculptor and painter Larry W. Griffis in 1966, making it the first sculpture park in the United States. Tiny East Otto isn’t famous for much, being a tiny burg […]