Final Days of Summer. Underneath the Benjamin Franklin Bridge. No shelter from the hot afternoon sun. Parched. At least the occasional breeze brought some relief. The river kindly offered, “I’ve water to quench your thirst, but my refreshment could bring you ill.” Looking forward to Autumn and Spring.
I'm glad elephants don't fly
There is such power in these legs of mine.
Meeting Commander AJ for the first time at the #ASCENDsummit2014.
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around 1100: along the schuykill river park
This shows why many among us become city-dwellers; turn the corner and this is the alley.
It's been such a long journey I almost forgot about this place, where the sounds and smells of the urban adventure disappear into the cresting waves. My baptismal hideaway.
Waiting to board our flight to Madrid, the city we keep returning to.