a walk around fishtown

Fishtown, Philadelphia.



There are times that I swear the UK has been picked up, and plopped down in Philly. This corner is on Girard Avenue, though it probably belongs somewhere in the outskirts of London.





island time: part two

It’s tradition to build a Chupacabra Hut using driftwood, fallen palm fronds, and vines for lashing it together.

The Caribbean has some of the best colors, even with abandoned structures.

And inhabited structures. In Old San Juan, it felt like you’d be kicked out of town if you painted your building the same color as someone else’s.


Kite flying day in San Juan.


Joe’s luggage was sent to Brussels rather than Puerto Rico, strangely. It arrived the day he had to leave.


island time: part one

021913_01Culebra is an island of 1,800 people off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico. It feels like a little-known tropical wonderland.

The official beer is Medalla (pronounced “meh-DIE-yah”), and most beers are only available in smaller, 10 oz. cans. The top three drinks, however, aren’t beer: rum & piñas, margaritas, and piña coladas. There’s a lot of coconut to go around.

Hans was instrumental in organizing the trip — about 16 of us rented two houses on the island, and four other friends visited during the week as well.

• We saw all sorts of animals: poisonous lionfish while snorkeling, many iguanas, skinks, geckos, flying roaches, large spiders, small tarantulas, packs of stray dogs, lots of stray cats, snakes, hermit crabs & land crabs, colorful fish, termites, jungle fowl (wild chickens and roosters), hummingbirds, parrots (in San Juan), and more. Plant-wise, there’s lots of cacti, huge coconut palms everywhere, agave, many invasive mesquite trees, and lots of grasses, among other plants. Everything seems to love the tropical climate.

A labor union’s truck blaring a speech during a protest in San Juan, back on the main island.

Brava beach is only accessible via a hike through the maritime jungle, so more than likely you’ll have the place to yourself when you arrive. The beach is bound on either side by mountains, and it tends to have some of the larger waves on the island. I had never been around so many coconut palms before — and I found out that it’s super handy to travel with a machete in the group for a quick drink & snack in the heat.

021913_06Johnny G.

The power happened to inexplicably go out on the entire island three times during the course of a week. Luckily dominos don’t require electricity, but headlamps, LED candles, and many margaritas help.

While the weather is so perfect you can leave your doors and windows open year around, stray cats kept sneaking into our kitchen. The stray dogs mainly keep to the streets where the old oil drums hold families’ trash for pickup.

To be continued…

never a wet blanket

Happy New Year, Philadelphia. Here are a few moments from this past fall.

The legendary FDR skate park under I-95 in South Philly.

Porter in Fishtown.

Linvilla Orchards in Media, PA.

Boiling some fresh hops (from none other than Matt Hops) in a modified keg, in Tommy & Lauren’s backyard, as part of a huge batch of hard cider.

Sarah and Chris during a street fair on South Street.


kenzo blasters

Tim’s Gears for Gifts ride — supporting Toys for Tots. Each rider donated at least one unwrapped toy for children in need. Not a massive turnout, but good folks, good times.

A Fishtown Ice Tea starts with a carton of Arctic Splash (about 100% high fructose corn syrup, sold at all corner stores in the area), and then you add a handful of different types of liquor, and it requires  a certain spirit to drink.

Cranksgiving, an alleycat race, a few weeks back. Chris and I finished about halfway through the pack, at 35th and 36th place.

A pool table’s worth of food was collected for charity on the ride, and Tattooed Mom’s generously doubled the haul, all benefiting Philadabundance.

Nick representing North Philly.

it’s dangerous to go alone

Happy Halloween.

“THANK FOR DESTROYING MY 4 year olds pumpkin!”

Jenn and I bought a house a week or two ago. The view from the third floor roof deck reminds me of Brooklyn.


After much anticipation, Fette Sau, our old favorite barbeque shop in Williamsburg, Brooklyn recently opened up in our new neighborhood, Fishtown, Philadelphia. We happened to stumble into a soft opening, and Mr. Starr himself was kind enough to let us in for complementary dinner and drinks. Highly recommended to stop in when you’re in the area.

“It’s Dangerous to go Alone. Take This!!! Free.”

septiembre de boda

Congratulations to my brother Clay and his now-wife Linda, on their great wedding last weekend in Raleigh, North Carolina. While I didn’t shoot a ton over the long weekend, good times were shared by all, and you may be seeing a few other shots over the next few weeks. Thanks especially to everyone who flew in from afar and those who helped out.

With Clay & Linda currently on their honeymoon in Mexico, plus having a chat late last night with some new friends about travel, bear with me for a few minutes as I reminisce about my honeymoon two years ago, also in September. A few previously unpublished (apologies if a repeat snuck in) shots of scenery in Spain:

A small food spot in Barcelona appears to no longer offer 2 of their choices.

Windy roads through Costa Brava.

Eixample neighborhood in Barcelona.

Inside of the under-construction Sagrada Familia. Likely the most awe-inspiring building I’ve seen in person.

Sexe Drugs & Catacombes.