The fruits of a lovely cool walk on an overcast morning.
Scranton may be proud of the Mitchell monument; but hardly anyone sees its outstanding side, facing the courthouse.
An earnestly conceived Gothic cathedral in Scranton? YES!
Sixth in a series of visually interesting scenes at Marywood University.
Don’t talk to me about the street you live on unless it has both a fortress prison and a pirate Cap’n theme park restaurant.
Another round of images from Marywood’s beautiful campus.
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.