What a gorgeous place Corning, New York is! I’m so glad my mother and grandparents lived there for 15 or so years, that we got to visit at least once a year, and that Sara and I took a sentimental journey back. It absolutely brought my spirit back to life, which I never thought would happen after losing my husband, boyfriend, bestie, and soul mate (all the same person, FYI).

Here are a few more of the many pictures I took there:

Post office. Thanks a lot, gas station sign and street sign, for photobombing it. I blame Obama.

Here’s a coffee shop. We would have liked to go in, but we were trying to cram ever so many experiences into a finite number of days, and a coffee shop just wasn’t on the bill. I like funnel doorways like this. It’s very yellow.

Not entirely sure what this is, but I liked the doorway. An Internet search says it’s a single family dwelling, but I assure you it is not.

This red brick church is da bomb.

There’s a lot of red brick in Corning. My mother would have looked at it and said, “A red brick drummer [salesman] must have come through here.” Below is the exterior of the Rockwell Museum of Western Art — Yes, in upstate New York.

More of the Rockwell next week.

Thursday doors is under the direction of Dan Antion, photographer extraordinaire and critter daddy. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, follow his directions, and enter a world of doors.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Red brick.

MA