March 11 was the last time I took a long walk. This time it was balancing wisdom and courage, the want to get outside and being more lucky than smart. My battered body was in fine shape. There were a few people now and then walking about and respectful distancing, nothing awkward, when passing. It's the clear sky that appears more so on a daily bases. Koyaanisqatsi....life out of balance.
Fishtown shares a similar quality due to the changes of the landscape and the memories. You might not recognize the place if you been away for a few years or if you lived here all your life. This is where the "more lucky than smart" part comes about.
I bought my smokes at the gas station on Girard Ave. Some nice folks there. Had my pocket camera, nothing unusual and there was the Cityscape. Let me approach it again. There was Fishtown.
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The Forgotten Man Memorial were someone took the heart
The Merritt House
It'll still be there
Monet moment
Memories become stronger
Checking up on some friends
Another memory
Smile
I took a few shots at the cemetery and went home.
