VIIIth Nerve

And then, not to be daunted, I dove into preparations for senior project. This here is Kensington, the crappiest neighborhood in Philadelphia, and I’ve been spending a loooot of time here.

Why? It’s the nexus of Philadelphia’s urban agriculture scene.

And thus the move-out parade begins.  New apartment soon!  Victorian-era loft studio with my dear compatriot Madame Mad Scientist, pictures sure to follow.

Dance, technology, and mating rituals of Broad Street.  Philadelphia.

Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.

Better stay out of the bathroom then…