I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve been afraid to go beyond my front door in the last few days. The news is still filled with American chaos and riots and the very real fears faced by ethnic and religious minorities, women and the disabled. They’ve been put in the crosshairs of the President-elect...
Read moreSix hours in Philly
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.
