#exploring philly

[brynmawrcollegeadmissions]

Happy Wednesday! Take a look at this short video about Bryn Mawr and its relationship to Philadelphia, featuring our tour guides Alisha Clark ‘18 and Gabrielle Smith ‘17! 

[anchoringinyou-blog]

So I was inspired by offthepop to try new things. This semester my friends and I are doing a bucket list. Also we are all going to just have fun in our busy schedules. We are all calling it the semester to remember. The only way I can do this is if I take treatment serious and I put the work in.

[accidentalhomemaker]

Yesterday's walk in Glendinning rock garden, of which no rock garden could be found. There was a minor stream / pond, and then the doorway up some very steep crumbling slate steps up the cliff. Dozens of spidering paths along the edge of the cliff looking down to Kelly drive. The previously mentioned hobo fires and railroad tracks. 

Not pictured: the strangers having sex.

[accidentalhomemaker]

Dorky Hell Hound and I went walking around the lake down at FDR park this afternoon. We drove there, but depending on how the baby behaves inside, it's not unthinkable to walk down and do the whole park. It was a rather mild walk, but as you can tell by his ears, he clearly had a good time. 

Trying to get out and walk as much in nearby nature. Had a rough go yesterday. I was a bit traumatized by the location I tried in Fairmount. Ran into people having public sex straight away in the woods, barely off the trail, fully naked, and then a very trashed path, even for Philly. An unusually high number of hobo fire pits, and every trail I took hit the railroad tracks fairly quickly. Made me feel uneasy for popping off on my own. Pup enjoyed it though. 

The people in parks during the week are a strange lot. Sleeping in public, on benches, sprawled in the grass. Kids skipping school and fishing alongside an old man. Someone flying a drone. Lone men parked in cars in secluded places. A bunch of goombas arguing about a bike being stolen. Old men getting high and watching the squirrels. The occasional lone runner.

All the Philly parks are imbued with the nagging feeling of what used to be. The past is inescapable in them - they never just are as they are now, they alway make you think back on to what they were, 50 or 100 years ago; how glorious they must have been, rather than the unkempt, decaying, and defaced shadows of their former selves they are now.