Sunday, October 21, 2012
my story on Philadelphia runs with four of my photographs. Here are two others, in color. Our city, alive.
The story begins like this:
Resurgent Philadelphia is cinched with light. Walking, you'll find the sun smacked up against the Drake, and the eyebrow of the moon hooking the Schuylkill during its ascent to higher sky. You'll find a pinker dawn behind the lonesome hawks and a fringe of gold on the window-box flowers, hung like so many pairs of drapes on Delancey, Spruce, and Pine.