I like to say I hail from Rochester NY (or as I say, th' Rah-cha-cha).
The truth details my future plans: I am moving to Rochester in the coming months.
Currently, I dwell in the western NY farm lands between th' Rah-cha-cha and th' Buffs, where fresh dairy, alpaca yarns and really loud noises hail; the kind that one would think be pretty cool at first, but then you start to groan when the noises arise at their harvest time in the Summer, mostly when you have to wait for the procession to pass in front of your vehicle or by your home.
(This be my territory. I live minutes from where this first shot is taken of the coupled noise carts departing for their cacophonous journey.)