Sunday, September 25, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Misery
Prison cell interior, Eastern State Penitentiary (ESP)
Many believed that crime is the result of environment, and that solitude will make the criminal regretful and penitent hence the new word, penitentiary. This correctional theory, as practiced here at ESP, will become known as the Pennsylvania System.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Blue Blue Windows
Blue, blue windows behind the stars / Yellow moon on the rise / Big birds flying across the sky / Throwing shadows on our eyes / Leave us / Helpless, helpless ...
From my Eastern State Penitentiary series.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Divine Lorraine
Once an amazingly beautiful apartment building and hotel, the Divine Lorraine is now great example of Philadelphia urban decay. This masterpiece of 19th century architecture is also reported to be haunted.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Escape
A view for the inside of one of the Eastern State Penitentiary cells. I enjoyed the rich textures and wonderful light from the overhead skylight but couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to get out, escape...
Friday, September 9, 2011
Bay Fishing
Sunset and the reflection of lights from the Sea Gull Pier on an unusually claim ocean at mouth of the Chesapeake Bay. The pier extends from the southernmost of four man-made Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel islands on US 13 connecting Virginia Beach/Norfolk to Virginia's Eastern Shore.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Al Capone's Cell
Also known as "Scarface Al" spent time in relative luxury at Eastern State Penitentiary. A bad guy with connections.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Haunted
Sleep brings no joy to me.
Remembrance never dies.
My soul is given to mystery,
And lives in sighs.
Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My wakening eyes may never see
Surround my bed.
Sleep brings no hope to me,
In soundest sleep they come,
And with their doleful imag'ry
Deepen the gloom.
Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend to me
to soothe and aid to bear;
They all gaze on, how scornfully,
And I despair.
Sleep brings no wish to fret
My harassed heart beneath;
My only wish is to forget
In endless sleep of death.
From The Horrors of Sleep by Emily Bronte
