The Ben Franklin Bridge
The Ben Franklin bridge, perpetually visible.
Photograph of The Ben Franklin Bridge: My Thoughts
When I am in Philadelphia, the Ben Franklin Bridge is always in view. From my desk, I look out over Kensington, over Fishtown, and across Northern Liberties to see Pennsylvanians and New Jersians traveling to and fro.
In the mornings, my runs take me underneath the bridge. Sometimes, my running route takes me across the bridge into Camden. Other times I stretch mid-run on Race Street Pier, which served as the vantage point for this photograph. All the while, staring at the Ben Franklin.
To sum it up, I spend a lot of time looking at this Bridge. ‘Bout time I photographed it.
The Ben Franklin Bridge Photograph:
History of The Benjamin Franklin Bridge
The Ben Franklin Bridge has spanned the Delaware for over 80 years. Wow. 80 years. How old is that in bridge years?
For time sake, I’ve quickly gathered the Wiki-history of this incredible Philadelphia landmark:
“The Benjamin Franklin Bridge — known informally as the Ben Franklin Bridge and originally named the Delaware River Bridge — is a suspension bridge across the Delaware River connecting Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Camden, New Jersey. Owned and operated by the Delaware River Port Authority, it is one of four primary vehicular bridges between Philadelphia and southern New Jersey, along with the Betsy Ross, Walt Whitman, and Tacony-Palmyra Bridges.
The chief engineer of the bridge was Polish-born Ralph Modjeski, its design engineer was Leon Moisseiff, and the supervising architect was Paul Philippe Cret. At its completion on July 1, 1926, its 1,750-foot (533-meter) span made it the world’s longest suspension bridge span, a distinction it would hold until the opening of the Ambassador Bridge in 1929.” – borrowed from Wikipedia on 6/14/2013
Map of the Ben Franklin Bridge
Friday Night Ping Pong
Every Friday the VIUS team unwinds with some ping-pong.
I moved away from the mountains. For concrete. What, the fuck, Adam?
These thought crosses my mind on occasion. LIke the time I saw a dude crap his pants on the sidewalk. My bike tire was flat, forcing me to push the bike the four miles home. Along the way, I pass this dude laying on the concrete covered in his own shit. That never happened in Vermont.
After 2.5 months in the concrete jungle I had to escape or I’d freak. So I did. I managed to squeeze in a few pictures between 14.5 hours of driving, about 12 hours of sleeping, a few beers, 2 hours of hiking, great burritos with even better friends. All of whom, I may add have moved out of Stowe to the cities: Boston, Burlington, New York and ‘illadelphia. We converged on Taylor to forget the concrete and sit among the trees.
The Taylor Lodge sits along the Nebraska Notch, perched above beaver damns and the Nebraska Valley. This lodge has some history, burning down 3 times over the past 4 or 5 decades. I have an odd connection with this particular lodge. Frank Cain stayed here in 1963. I know because his name Frank Cain etched his name into the wall in 1963(see below). I lived in Frank Cain’s house this past winter. Frank Cain presided over Burlington, VT’s urban renewal projects from 1965-1971. He and I have slept in two of the same places: the Taylor Lodge and 1600 Weeks Hill Rd in Stowe, VT 05672. Enough about Frank Cain, here are the shots.
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This one is unedited:
And this crappy photo is where I lived: Herrbrook Farm:
Ever since I can remember using a camera I have wanted to capture a bolt of lightning. Well, tonight I captured my first lightning bolt on ‘film.’
There was a big ole cloud floating over the farm fields of Lancaster, producing no rain and seemingly moving away from Herrbrook farm. IT provided the perfect vantage point to set up and snap away sometime exposures. As elusive as this was, I got this shot while testing out exposure times. This was probably my 5th shot and halfway into my 1:15 exposure the cloud erupted. I sat there, barely able to wait for the shutter to close so I could see what the shot looked like.
Here it is what it looks like:
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