Did you know that it's possible to get lost in Philadelphia, even if you've lived here for going on seven years like I have? It happened to me last Friday, when I decided to walk to Penn's campus via Fitzwater Street. I figured that somewhere around 24th street, I could just cut North and West and find the South Street Bridge. Instead, I found myself faced with a sudden Naval Square and jumbled streets---Catherine meeting Christian, the numbered ones suddenly seeming to veer East/West. I'd accidentally found my way into the no man's land of
Grays Ferry. Granted, I have a terrible sense of direction, but it was still a weird sensation not to have any clue which street to take, especially when I knew it was only a few blocks away. I found my way back via the modern version of following pebbles along the path--I used my map app on my i-Phone--the one that tracks your progress as you're walking, which I find to be in equal parts creepy and fascinating.
So, this morning, I took Bainbridge, because I knew it was easier to find South Street from there. Here are some photos from that trip.
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| Tempted to take this even though I have zero interest in astronomy and the telescope is likely broken. |
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| Christmas in August |
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| I liked this because of the wildness of the yard. |
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| Self-explanatory. |
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| Woke this cat up by tapping on the glass. He still looks groggy. |
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Karl Beckstrand