Photo Phriday: A Bend in the River
This bend in the river is as familiar to me as the lines of my hand. I stand and follow the river\’s flow as it rounds the mountain and carries with it the memories of generations.
This bend in the river is as familiar to me as the lines of my hand. I stand and follow the river\’s flow as it rounds the mountain and carries with it the memories of generations.
Ben Franklin may not have sat upon this specific bench, but on a drizzly summer afternoon, you could just about imagine he still wandered the grounds.
From a lovely afternoon strolling around Independence Park, this is a detail of the fencing that surrounds the building that houses the Liberty Bell. It\’s fun to give yourself the time and space to wander, to be a little lost, a little unproductive; because it is in those times of pause – the negative space …
Train travel is not a mode of long distance transport that one uses to get places quickly in the United States (sigh, would that it were), but it is a mode of transport that helps you construct the DNA of our nation. Watching the land roll past the windows as you eavesdrop on, and converse …
I *heart* Philadelphia.