Thursday, August 27, 2009

Passageways

The city of Philadelphia is filled with little tiny streets and alleyways. There are some parts of old city where you could imagine a horse trotting down the narrow cobblestones, because the road isn't wide enough to accommodate anything larger!


Up in center city, there are plenty of little streets, though some might argue they aren't quite as quaint. I've always enjoyed the kind of 'light at the end of the tunnel' effect you get from such tall buildings surrounding these narrow passages.

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I know it's not typical, but even in dirty puddles there can be some kind of beauty.

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Our time in the city on Monday was brief but fun. We got to meet Heather, and the kids got to enjoy a part of the city they've never been to before. There were experiences to be had, rites of passage, if you will, for both kids. Sam had never before had the pleasure of chasing around a flock of pigeons.

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If you can imagine, the look on his face was something between shock and joy and fear. He enjoyed himself immensely!

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Lucy, at the ripe old age of two, has finally figured out that pennies are for making wishes, and not for snacking. Thank god.

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Wishes a-plenty!

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5 comments:

Lora said...

oh man! I would love to see these pictures but stupid work doesn't let photobucket thru.

Gah.

It was good to see you guys the other day!

Arizaphale said...

Oh, love your puddles. Rare beauty in your hands that's for sure. I took a different tack...pressured by time as usual...
passage

Megan said...

love that first shot. it does induce that sense of tunnel-vision, eh? here's mine:

bday rite of passage

Cara said...

I love the photo's, I like the first shot too, the tunnel effect is nice. I am hoping that my youngest learns the same thing (pennies are for wishes not snacking) soon.
Looks like you guys had a nice visit to Philly.
Passageways

Heather said...

The first pigeon chase is such a right of passage, isn't it? I'm just impressed no one wound up in the fountain! ;-)