The Schuylkill River. Philadelphia.
On my way back to Pittsburgh from New York after a nice Thanksgiving holiday with the family.
Here’s a shot taken Monday through a train window- #43 The Pennsylvanian – as we crossed over both the river and the Schuylkill Expressway.
My parents lived in Philadelphia 12 years but I lived there for only one of those years. A flood of nostalgia as the train rolled into Philly.
There are interesting place names (how about Wissahickon?) you don’t find anywhere else in the country. The river and expressway name always was hard for me to spell correctly. It’s that extra “L” in there. Turns out it’s a Dutch word meaning “hidden or skulking creek”
Saturday afternoon. Taken from another Staten Island Ferry.
We’re checked in a hotel near the airport.
Across the street are seaplanes, moored at the edge of a lake.
They have a distinct sound as they take off and land, Mary said like angry bees. Just the word pontoons seems exotic. They’ll ask your weight if you fly in one.
There are a lot of these planes, all colors.
Farewell Alaska tomorrow.
Count the places you see numbers.
Numbers tell time
Reading Terminal Philadelphia
Numbers keep score
LazerKraze Columbus Ohio
Numbers on a bus, train, trolley or flight number
Numbers to phone
Numbers to remember
Numbers to celebrate
Numbers identify players and participants
Numbers for weight and price per item or pound
Numbers determine which lane you swim in and times determine which ribbon or medal you receive
Numbers from another time, WW2, a ration book
Numbers to play
Numbers found in odd places
You’re taking the same exit as the truck in front of you with the sign?
What do you do?
Roanoke Route 581 Photographed by Marlene with Erika driving. The truck exited the same direction they wanted to go. They exited too!
NYC- Spring Break. Spotted by my sister as we walked by.
They looked even more precarious in person, though, as you stood below and looked up!
Cropped and rotated from the bigger photo
Bus checks are necessary as sleeping children have been left on empty (almost) busses
The family was on vacation in Michigan this week.
My son Mark photographed Anna sitting on the Montgomery City Bus, in the very seat in which Rosa Parks was arrested, Dec 1, 1955.
The Rosa Parks Bus is in The Henry Ford in Dearborn Michigan. The exhibit is titled With Liberty and Justice for All.
(Anna sitting in the seat on the Rosa Parks Bus, photographed by her father, Mark )
Rosa Parks is buried in Woodlawn Cemetery in Detroit Michigan. Here is the Wikipedia link to the “First Lady of Civil Rights”
Oh, I’ve seen car and I’ve seen train…….
Columbus, Ohio- Saturday afternoon. Shot from the second floor of the parking garage on our way to the car show.d
A sliver of a city scene. A bit of sunlight. Shapes and lines. A car driving down the middle of the road.
I went and looked at all my blog posts tagged transportation and I ‘ve shot a lot of cars, trains, buses, motorcycles, taxis and trucks.