The one photography class I took…I seem to remember an exercise where you had to try and take a picture of one thing that looked like another. This is shooting down to the river from the trail; this is oil or some chemical on the river water. It’s not the sky.
Sunrise on the Schuylkill
Beach Day
Poor naked wretches, whereso’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your lopped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp,
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just.
Clark Park, 7:30 AM. These balloons have been there several months. Sooner or later I’ll get the angle right.
