I apologize for the lack of new content. I haven’t felt very motivated to shoot much lately.
So for now, here are some shots for the Philadelphia Grid Project from April when we were wandering around south Philly.






I apologize for the lack of new content. I haven’t felt very motivated to shoot much lately.
So for now, here are some shots for the Philadelphia Grid Project from April when we were wandering around south Philly.






I never got around to posting my March photos for the Philadelphia Grid Project. I got some useful images, but nothing that I was really happy with this time. However, we did check out a really awesome abandoned house that was in the process of being torn down and had some really cool remnants inside of it. March’s grid fell within west Philly, encompassing the area of Mantua where most of my photos were taken.
We had our meeting last night to review and discuss the photos. My photo to be entered into the archives for the month of March is the first one below: a photo of a Polaroid found in the abandoned house.











One of my favorite things to photograph is textures and Philadelphia is a great place for it! I often scout the walls and sidewalks as though I’m looking for a lost diamond….searching high and low and all the places in between. It’s become an habit; a second nature for me. I’ve often gotten laughs and stares from people wondering what I’m taking photos of when I’m up close and personal with a wall or pointing my camera at the sidewalk. Such things often go unnoticed by the general city passerby (for reason, I suppose). Even while driving my car, I’m taking mental notes of places that I need to revisit on foot with camera in hand.
I’d never really thought of Olde City (one of the most historical centers of Philadelphia) as a place where I’d like to take photos. Generally, we think of the tourist area where things are kept all tidy, sterile, and perfect. However, the gallery lined streets in this area have proven me wrong. While out running some errands earlier in the week, I decided to take a new route on a whim. I parked my car in Olde City near the art galleries under the Ben Franklin Bridge. I walked only a few blocks…did my errands…and then walked the few blocks back on the other side of the same street. Within that short walk, I shot 100 photos. Of course, some were duplicates to ensure proper exposure. But most were all single photos of different textures. Grungy walls where posters once hung, stains from old coffee spills on the sidewalk, remnants of old graffiti (and new), and so much more. I was impressed.




