A sullen little mushroom is the least of the wonderful things I saw at Marywood today.
We look into a mausoleum and into another age, an age long gone and as dead as the cadavers within. And yet somehow a colored photograph of a hot summer day brings an immediacy and life to the departed. I hear cicadas and the cascade of water. A gentle breeze occasionally rustles the leaves. The father is yelling at them to BE STILL.
Marywood University never lets me down! Come for the cherubs, stay for the Japanese maples.
Marywood’s Learning Commons needs a Julius Shulman to do it justice, but it’ll have to settle for me today.
A super-intriguing abandoned town in East-Central Pennsylvania.
A masterpiece by Oronzio Maldarelli in Spring Forest Cemetery.
Luck was with me: I found a splendid bit of classical molding in a reclaimed architecture warehouse.
The War Memorial in Old Forge, PA, features wonderful art of a bygone era.
Some intriguing sights around the attractive campus of Marywood University.
I was looking at a total loss till I noticed where the sun was.