My friend Rick and I drove over to Rochester this afternoon to visit the Eastman House Museum of Photography and catch a screening of Howard Hawks' classic screwball comedy
Bringing Up Baby at the museum's Dryden Theater. We had some time to kill between the closing of the museum and the show, so we drove up to Lake Ontario to check out the waterfront.
For years and years, there's been a lot of grumbling about how Buffalo has failed to develop its own lakefront, but it seems like Rochester got it right. The beach was gorgeous-- sandy and clean, with (as you can see above) nice spots to find some shade and well maintained activity areas like the volleyball courts.
Alongside the beach is a lovely wooded park, with a big gazebo where an Irish folk group was performing for an appreciative crowd. Events like this occur in Buffalo pretty regularly, but I have to say the setting in Rochester seemed much nicer-- less cramped, and more inviting in terms of the physical setting.
I'd like to think the potential is there to see something this special developed in my hometown, but it may be a long time coming. But it's doubly frustrating to realize that just sixty miles up the road, out neighbor city figured out how to get it done as Buffalo continues to spin its wheels.
My friend Rick and I drove over to Rochester this afternoon to visit the Eastman House Museum of Photography and catch a screening of Howard Hawks' classic screwball comedy Bringing Up Baby at the museum's Dryden Theater. We had some time to kill between the closing of the museum and the show, so we drove up to Lake Ontario to check out the waterfront. 
For years and years, there's been a lot of grumbling about how Buffalo has failed to develop its own lakefront, but it seems like Rochester got it right. The beach was gorgeous-- sandy and clean, with (as you can see above) nice spots to find some shade and well maintained activity areas like the volleyball courts.
Alongside the beach is a lovely wooded park, with a big gazebo where an Irish folk group was performing for an appreciative crowd. Events like this occur in Buffalo pretty regularly, but I have to say the setting in Rochester seemed much nicer-- less cramped, and more inviting in terms of the physical setting.
I'd like to think the potential is there to see something this special developed in my hometown, but it may be a long time coming. But it's doubly frustrating to realize that just sixty miles up the road, out neighbor city figured out how to get it done as Buffalo continues to spin its wheels.
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