One of my favorite stops on the way to the studio. In warm weather I can sit at an outside table and gather my thoughts before heading to make art. In the winter I sit inside and observe the motion, the interaction. I listen to the meter of conversation without hearing a word.
Love the studio of Leah Reynolds. here’s a spin through her studio. I want to make things that move.
It is really cold here in PHL and I opted to skip walking to the office and work from home while making a pot of soup. It’s human popsicle land out there. To everyone caught in the current deep freeze stay safe.
Filbert Street outside Reading Terminal. This morning on my way to work. There is something wonderful about this grid of windows. It’s an odd little part of the street I’m not taken with large expanses of class without some reference to a human’s scale.
I can’t really remember when we bought this lovely little device. It has a fabulous number or ringtones. Trying to discover where I stored the BeoCom. Time for it to make a reappearance and be useful again, not just beautiful.
Looking over Winterfest in Philadelphia. A spring-like day. Slushy ice but a wonderful view. Love that bridge. Love the waterfront.
Last night walking a friend to her car something compelled me to take this quick snap on the corner of Market and Letitcia Street. An unseasonably warm and rainy winter night.
Catching light installations on my walks through the city. Watching how architecture defines the light patterns or in some cases ignore it completely.
This morning a cup of hot coffee and a freshly made donut. Still warm. Watching the crowds move and stop and start again in time to the clatter of hand trucks.