It has been raining non stop in Ithaca. I am not complaining, I love the rain. Especially now as the leaves begin to change; the rain makes all the reds and golds look more vibrant and clean.
In the varying levels of rain this past two weeks, there have been a few days where it has absolutely poured. Like buckets were being dumped from the sky. It was one of the few times when I have actually wanted an umbrella (Typically, I am exclusively a rain-coat wearer).
As I walked back from class, wishing for the first and last time in my life, I had an umbrella, I started to look at some of them that my fellow Cornellians were carrying to see what kind of person it is that actually carries an umbrella. While I didn’t figure out what differentiates me from those umbrella touting weirdos, I did gain some insight into their lives. I started taking pictures, which resulted in many strange looks (how do you hide the fact that your taking a picture of someone’s umbrella? It is raining and I have whipped out my camera-phone as I scurry after you…)What follows is a semi-artistic photo montage with thoughts included in captions: