Liz Spikol
editor / writer / photographer / Philadelphia wooder-drinker /
Liz Spikol
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Hazy day.  (at 1818 Market Street)
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I’m at home, sick, fever’s up; went to grab my cozy robe for warmth only to discover it was already taken… (at Puppy paradise)
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It’s the neighborhood cat coming in for the kill, by which I mean a vigorous head butt. I have never encountered a more meowly cat, and he can hold a note, all right. You better do some petting, or that plaintive bullhorn is gonna keep on blaring.  (at Mount Airy, Philadelphia)
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It is not every day I go into a ladies room at a public place and find a sharps disposal unit.  (at SugarHouse Casino)
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This cicada was dying when I saw it. When I went to flip it over with my shoe, it made an angry rattle. Sorry, guy.
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Making it in just under the wire for #nationaldogday is Bertie the Three-Legged Wonder Chihuahua. Welcome her to the stage folks, for her plaintive rendition of “Siren, I Will Sing With You.”
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First time off-leash, so I’m glad she waits. She looks so vulnerable to me, like the woods could swallow her up.
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This is a selfie by @taravonlundy. She is the most fearless, blisteringly funny, disarmingly honest, brilliant woman I know. And look at that photo! Totally gorgeous. Thus: she is my first ever #wcw.
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Backwards N.
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The tiniest PNB watcher.