On our way back from America, we found ourselves with ten or so hours to spare between flights (as you do). So a family member (who shall remain nameless) gave us some cash, told us to rent a car and have some fun. And fun we did have.
So many of the little neighbourhoods in the city centre were so beautiful, but often passed in a blur before I could get out the camera. Here we were stopped at a light and I loved the mustard yellow paint against the colonial architecture.
Good times were had at the Pennsylvania Supreme Court, where a group of militia men stormed in, tore down King George's coat of arms, and a new nation began.
I often chase the children around, just pointing and shooting in their general direction. This photo is a fluke; she makes art out of anything.
I don't know what happened, but somewhere along the way we grew a young man.
As you can see, driving around town (coupled with the 4am wake-up call) is highly conducive to an extended mid-afternoon naptime.
