NEPA At Night, Part Two
About three years ago, I was visiting my parents who still like in Northeast Pennsylvania.
I was there for a few days, so took some time to drive around in the winter darkness. I tooled up and down Wyoming Avenue, a long four-lane that connects many of the Wyoming Valley towns. I’ve driving is thousands of times in my life.
I was looking at things in a new light, and did a post about it.
Last weekend, I was back visiting again, with my boys in tow. My parents dog-sat our little Shi Tzu, Roxie, and spoiled her immensely, apparently. We were up there only Saturday into Sunday, so I didn’t have much opportunity to patrol around. But in between picking up pizza from joint above, I snapped a few.
When I was growing up, my Catholic grade school was right next door to the church – this church – so we always had to go to morning Mass before school. Then, of course, Sundays and holy/holidays, and all those hot summer mornings when I had to be the altar boy at 6:50 a.m. services. And all those wedding and funerals I was the altar boy for.
Countless hours in this building. And yet, I never photographed it. When I travel, I always seem to be drawn to photograph the church, monastery, mosque, or the like. But when I go back to my hometown, I drive by with nary a thought and never photographed the church where I spent so much time as a kid.
That all changed that on this trip.
The outside of a nearby bar, Knuckleheads. This has been a bar as long as I can remember. Went in there once a few years ago. Guys were playing darts. When done, they’d stick the darts in a cut potato.
This is perhaps my favorite shot, though.
I like he quietness of it. There was smoke coming out of the vent but by the time I could grab my Fuji, it was gone. Still, I like the lighting, and the light on in the window next door.
Looking at it reminds me of the Springsteen lyrics from One Step Up, Two Steps Back
Woke up this morning my house was cold
Checked out the furnace she wasn’t burnin’
Went out and hoped in my old Ford
Hit the engine but she ain’t turnin’
We’ve given each other some hard lessons lately
But we ain’t learnin’
We’re the same sad story that’s a fact
One step up and two steps back
So, a short visit and a few quiet photos. Nothing big, nothing special.
Things just look different under the cover of night.
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