Getting lost to Onondaga

Yesterday I packed the camera into the sack and headed north on James st. From there my destination was unknown, just go, find something you haven't seen yet. Led zeppelin playing on the car stereo in analogue cassette form- drowning out the sounds of the open window. Cool autumn air barreling in with the cigarette ash whirling out, and bursting into a billion little pieces. The view out front transformed from city blocks, stop and go traffic into a rural wooded landscape. Getting closer to something, I thought. After a series of lefts, rights, and small towns with single stop lights. I was in Lakeport. Rather odd feeling happened over me at this point. For a second, I felt like I could have been in the sticks in the Florida panhandle. Little swamps popping up, mom and pop bait shops with hand painted signs advertising live lures, open from 7am-3pm. The urge came suddenly, quick, make a left NOW! Tire screeched as I pulled onto a street with no name. Less than a mile down, up the road, who knows at this point? But one thing was for certain, I knew that I was found, or could it have been- it found me:

Bird book + ice skater's =