Filed under: New York | Tags: Salamanca, self portraits, seneca nation, Western New York
The strip of New York that borders northern Pennsylvania is like a secret part of the country. When we told people we were headed to New York for the weekend, their faces would light up, then fall as we corrected them — not City, but Olean and Salamanca. It’s frustrating when people have no curiosity about a state outside of the cities that mark it on the map. I want to see the places that nobody has heard of. I know what it’s like to live somewhere that nobody knows. It makes you feel protective of your little town, even if you have a complicated relationship with it.
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