The purpose of this blog is to highlight why we love our city, but I still want it to be somewhat personal. Before this month, I had time to post shorts about my life and goings on in the city, but I’ve been swamped recently.
So for some more personal info…
For the last six years, I’ve been working (posing) as a neuroscientist at UPENN. We’ve been studying how the visual system develops in fish, baby fish, really really tiny fish. I’m leaving in two weeks for a yet to be determined job or internship in the environmental field (fingers crossed for the Montgomery County Planning Commission and Next American City). I love science, but am ready to move on to something new. So I’m leaving with these pics to show what a lab and fish facility look like.
(My desk — surrounded by lots of chemicals)
(Microscopes. I spent years dissecting the eyes out of fish)
(Some of the 500,000 fish in the facility)
Tracy Levesque runs a super cool Ruin Porn site. She photographs the beauty of urban decay and includes the history for some of the structures we’ve all probably seen and been curious about.
Below is a couple of my favorite shots…
Sometimes the best part about Philly is leaving for a little bit. I took my summer vacation to Ocean City, NJ for three days this week with my lovely family. Luckily it overlapped some of the hottest days of the summer. We grilled, played in the water, attempted (note the word attempted) to paddleboard in the bay, and got sunburned. It was my first vacation where I remained attached to my computer for some of the day as I deep into this blog and trying to look for a new job.
(me and my lovely cousin, Hannah)
After the beach, I spent one day back in Philly to celebrate my 30th, and finally managed to cut the computer cord. My roommate and I drove down to her family’s farm outside of Shenandoah for a huge party. We all piled into pickup trucks sitting high atop inner tubes and canoes and lazily made our way down the river cutting through the farm. There were three beer coolers full to the brim and tons of great people. At night we sat out on the porch swatting flies, making hamburgers, playing football and enjoying the fire pit. It was indescribably beautiful, and I purposefully left my camera in the car most of the time. And now I’m back, and it’s a perfect night to sit on the porch and catch up and look forward to the week ahead.
(My lovely roommate, Isabelle)
Ashbourne Road in Elkins Park is lined with some amazing homes from Philadelphia’s industrial titans. The one accesible house is The Elkins Estate, designed and built for William L. Elkins, a Philadelphian who made his fortune refining crude oil, and later as a pioneer in the street car and railroad business. The estate consists of 42 acres of land and 16 buildings, including Elstowe Manor, built by Horace Trumbauer. It is private property, but you can visit to see a variety of different performances put on by White Pines Productions (varied, fabulous, and free much of the time). If you go, check out the Chelten House next door, which is also part of the Elkins Estate, and Lynnewood Hall, which is a 110-room Neoclassical Revival mansion on the (now) 36-acre Widneer Estate. Lynnewood has been listed as by the Presrvation Alliance as one of Philly’s most endangered historic properties.
I’m not really going to start posting about street art because it is covered thoroughly and beautifully by other sites (most notably, Conrad Benner’s streetsdept.com). However, I ran across this piece while biking down Christian St the other day (at 17th), and dragged my roommate back with me to take pics. It is amazing, and my picture does it no justice.
The artist(s), Harlequinade, create their Gargoyles “as atuas of wrathful guardian spirits to be installed throughout the city. The philosophy being that their presence will affect the metaphysical energies of the local area and deter any predatory or violent spirits on the streets.” With that in mind I liked the idea of taking my own picture in front of it, sort of an image of protection. I keep thinking how I would like a collection of more people with this image enfolding them. I’ll be back to it with friends in tow (and armed with a small step stool).
One of the highlights of a Philly summer is the Mann Center summer concert series. $12.50 gets you an amazing orchestral concert, fireworks, and a beautiful lawn on which to picnic your heart out.
It’s so goddamn beautiful.
It’s so goddamn broken.
Both of these things are true of Philadelphia at the same time.
A few months after I moved to Philadelphia, I was dating a geologist who liked to “urban explore,” which meant breaking into abandoned buildings around the city. He’d grown up in the woods across the water from Canada, and I think all this trespassing was his way of balancing out the weight of his degree from the University of Pennsylvania. It was a grey day, and we were driving south on PA 611 as it turned into Broad Street, coming back from an overnight camping trip, when he grabbed my arm and told me to pull over. I pressed my nose into the glass of my window, and stared up at the Divine Lorraine Hotel…
Reprinted with permission from Emma Eisenberg.
I love when you bike around a corner and see something like this…
If you’re looking for an unexpectedly amazing night post-work, head over to the Brandywine Valley region.
First — Terrain at Styers where I could blow a year’s salary on beautiful plants, linens, balms, etc.
Second — Chaddsford Vineyards where $10 gets you 10 wine tastings and you can stay till 8pm on Thursday.
Third — Longwood Gardens. Wander aimlessly around Bruce Monroe’s light exhibit till 11pm on weeknights. You will come out disoriented, amazed, and feeling like you just walked through Avatar.
My love note: I was pissed when they removed the first South Street Bridge, thus altering my bike route to work. And then…and then when I saw the new one I was ok with those two years of detours. It is an absolute pleasure to bike to and from work with that spectacular view. Every day and every hour is different. Sometimes it’s just so pretty I pull my bike over and lean over the railings and just watch my city