Liz Spikol
editor / writer / photographer / Philadelphia wooder-drinker /
Liz Spikol
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I have a queen-sized bed. One day I would like to get into it without battling a stubborn little dog — always smack in the middle of it — for space. (at Mt Airy)
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This human talks a lot but is rather comfortable to lean on.  (at Mt Airy)
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Apprehension. (at West Phildelphia)
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I always think of my favorite poems on a drive like this one:

TRAVELING THROUGH THE DARK
By William Stafford

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car   
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;   
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,   
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;   
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;   
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,   
then pushed her over the edge into the river.
 (at Batona Trail - Pine Barrens)
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I always think of my favorite poem on a drive like this one:

Traveling through the Dark
BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car   
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;   
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,   
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;   
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;   
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,   
then pushed her over the edge into the river. 

 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/william-e-stafford (at Batona Trail - Pine Barrens)
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The sun shines on Tastykake. Deservedly. After all, is there nothing so delicious as their cream-filled coffee cupcakes? (at Tastycake)
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"America is another name for opportunity." —Emerson (at R8 - Chestnut Hill West)
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"America is another name for opportunity." — Emerson


Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/ralphwaldo162725.html#5ytYFuBMeWgJG6hm.99 (at R8 - Chestnut Hill West)
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I was dozing off on the train from Mt. Airy to Center City and opened my eyes to see this. It’s my first week as a Mt. Airy resident, and I gotta say, I like the commute.  (at R8 - Chestnut Hill West)
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Not sure why it seems like real life happens between the high-rise buildings rather than inside of them. #skyscrapers #philly  (at Comcast Center)