Standing on the Roberto Clemente Bridge from Sixth Street. Saturday night.
Sometimes you just have to pull over on the side of the road and hurry up and get the camera out. Hurry. cause the daylight is scant. You see something – want to make a note of it. Driving home from Indiana PA last Saturday night, I saw this scene on the horizon at dusk. Limits of photography, the photograph can’t capture the expansive and open feel of the country, the space. This plant touts the third tallest chimney in the world. I went and read about it. I discovered it isn’t a nuclear plant. Those big coolers made it look nuclear to me. Flip a switch, turn on a burner, twist a faucet. We use energy daily. Don’t think much about the source, how it gets to us. You can read about it on Wikipedia. Here’s my visual.