Walking the shoreline in winter. Following and combing the remainders of the waves for inspiring forms. Searching the empty shells of sea life. Tasting the salt on my lips as the sound of waves rolling up the sand beat a gentle rhythm.
Sitting awake in the dark longing for slumber.
We’ve been heading to the Terminal to have breakfast and pickup lunch recently. It’s a wonderful place to sit with a coffee and my camera looking for an opportunity to capture a quiet moment.
I love the neon that still hangs above many or the stalls. I love the tile too. A Philadelphia original.
The cow is one of my favorites.
It always wonderful to watch what happens on the river. Most of what takes place is slow. I like that.