My family left Philadelphia to live in Alaska in 1970.
Today I’m visiting Philly and for the moment sitting under a birch tree to admire it’s latest green outfit.
Childhood memories painted this downtown in black and white, thick with grime, larger than a monster movie, darker than a noir crime story.
But childhood memories didn’t include this quiet corner of downtown under a tree.
Nature lives here. And urban decay happens even in Alaska.
It’s up to us, wherever we are, to find light in the darkness.
Keep chasing lights.
