This is a project for my Documentary Photography class where I took one picture per block from the Schuykill River to the Delaware River. I started at Schuykill River Park at little before noon on Sunday, the day after the snowstorm of this century, and made my way down to the Delaware River.
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After tromping through calf-deep snow, I am rewarded with a charging dog.
The journey begins. Spruce is one of the main streets in Philadelphia that have been (mostly) cleared.
Three huskies, in their natural element. They were on their way to Schuykill River Park.
By noon, some locals were clearly thinking ahead. Behind the Mini cooper, another car has a lot of work ahead of it.
I find blue snow more unnerving than yellow snow.
A cactus basks in a ray of sunlight, safely inside.
Surprisingly, this is only the first of two snowmen I see all day – and neither one was real.
Just blocks south of Rittenhouse Square, an elderly couple crosses a dirty mix of snow and salt.
Clearly, the melting has begun. Water sprays from a leaky drainpipe
Not all dogs get to kick it at the River Park; this guy gazes longingly outside.
One of the few beer distributors around, Spruce Market sees a lot of business.
As the day enters the afternoon, the street glistens, steam rises and melt water accumulates in exposed drains.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
An untended, dark alley offers a glimpse of what much of the rest of Philadelphia looks like the day after the snowstorm of the 21st century.
On the plus side, this owner won’t need a heavy duty shovel and ice scraper for their small vehicle.
This snowman inside the storefront window blends seamlessly with the reflected snowy scene outside. My self portrait for the day.
I would hate to be the one walking under this when it breaks.
In retrospect, I wish I ran up to them to get their story. The little girl being dragged in the sled was having a blast.
Viewed through the locked gate of the cemetery.
I understand the trail on the left; I wonder about the story behind the footprints that go halfway up the stairs in the middle. Did they give up and go back? Were they abducted by aliens?
The flowers match the shutters and window box perfectly; I wonder if they popped out from the snow on their own or if their caretaker fished them out.
A lovely archway and courtyard.
The reflection from the back of a truck’s chrome side mirror.
An ATV with a plow jumpstarts a truck with a plow…
… and some kind of bulldozer with a plow. Over the course of the day, I saw all types of trucks with plows; if Philadelphia had spare mules with plows, I think they’d use those, too.
I REALLY regret not getting their story. I also REALLY had to pee.
After nearly twenty minutes spent looking for a public restroom, I finally took this picture, looking South, at the Olympia, which is right on the waterfront of Spruce.


























