Having spent the weekend in hallowed halls of learning, I switched it up and spent my weekend in hallowed… ruins of once grimy, now disgusting places. No really, I did.
John Barclay was hosting one of his photography course/tours, and they needed someone as ugly as the surroundings to stand before the lenses. They were paying so I was game. Hallowed halls are expensive.
We began at 7am on an abandoned pier once used to load inland coal onto ocean going ships. We then went to Eastern State Penitentiary, where those who once offloaded bootlegged goods spent restful hours, or years, once their career was ended. I frequent only the finest locations.
Keeping in the theme of things or places that once were, the family joined me for the flee-market afterward. Lots of dusty old stuff, some cool stuff, and a pair of yellow ladies gloves my seven year old simply had to have. She spent her own money, bartered the woman down to $3 from $4, and did not care that they did not fit.
And of course, as always, I simply slept my Sunday away… not really.