(ca. 1984)
Same place as…
(2020)
…here, the pavilion at 101st St. If I had had a camera when I was 5, this post could have been a triptych.
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Passing years, Stone Harbor, N.J.
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Farmhouse, Hershey, Pa.
The sun is rising. (2019)
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Windows and schist, Manayunk, Philadelphia
Going up. (1999)
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Beneath City Hall, Philadelphia
(1991)
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Herosim, Jersey City, N.J.
Unsung, not forgotten. (1996)
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Heat, Wilmington, Del.
Going with the grain. One of those days when it was 90F by 11 a.m. (2016)
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Bricks, Erie, Pa.
It’s a shadowy town. Another from Erie, where the darks are dark and even the lights are dark. But it’s not all somber. This was taken just a few feet to the right. (2019)
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Sunbeam, New York
Checking the weather. (1997)
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Smokers’ corner, Wilmington, Del.
I feel seen. (2019)
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Ennui, Glen Mills, Pa.
Not a yurt. When we were kids, my cousin, Carter, whom you’ve met here years ago, and I used to explore the ruins of the once-mighty Whitemarsh Hall. (We called it Stotesbury Mansion, but that was actually the name of its predecessor.) Inside, it looked similar to this. We never had the urge for graffiti (if only I’d had a camera), but the energy was the same: a hidden place for adolescent notions of liberty and exploration. And destruction. This is an outbuilding at Sleighton Farm School. We’ve been here before and we’ll come back again. (2020)