I Wish I Was On The N17

In October, my husband and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary with a five-day trip to Ireland. I have been remiss in sharing pictures with extended family and friends, and so I take this opportunity to do just that.

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Mummers Day, 2007

This New Year’s Day found me in dropped in Philadelphia, barricaded by yellow police twine and overwhelmed by 15,000 glittered, spangled, painted and drunken fancies, plus a clutch of nu-new-wave punks for a dash of color. The scene: 102nd Mummers Parade, dubbed the oldest and most sincere of folk festivals in the country. I’d been once before, back on a cheek-burning, frigid New Year’s Day in 1996 with my aunt and uncle. Twelve years later, it was a similar scene in milder weather with a different perspective. But no less fun.

As I claim to be a “sometime photographer”– and pictures tell this story best — here are some snaps from my prime locale between Lombard and South streets along Broad, just south of City Hall.

I took these picture with a smoky, hot, salty street pretzel in one hand and my brand new Canon Rebel XTi in the other. (Thank you Frank, Jean and Casey.) Continue reading