For the second time this month I’ve gravitated towards an old coal mine [read previous] that has manifested into creative works of art.
Graffiti Pier, also known as Pier 124 and once used for a coal mining operation, now houses the work of Philly’s great graffiti artists. There’s also a sweet view of the Delaware River at the end of the pier. Though not ideal, you’ll also find people diving into the river and fishing.
Not a great place to bring kids or dogs for that matter, unfortunately, it’s loaded with broken glass and empty spray cans, but definitely something to admire if you’re into street art and hidden gems.
So a buddy of mine mentioned not so long ago that a movie favorite, Silent Hill, was inspired by a town that just so happens to be located in the state I live in, Pennsylvania. Apparently Centralia, PA, a town of what used to be over 1,000 before a coal mine fire in 62′ has dropped down to 10 as of 2013 and is pretty much off the maps.
The spontaneous side decided to come out of me this past Saturday, which led to a call to the mentioned friend, and we headed west soon after. From Philadelphia, it’s about a 2 1/2 hour car ride. Thats not so bad, but add in a thunder storm and no clear direction and it gets a little iffy. Setting out with expectations of finding some foggy terrain, burned down buildings, and maybe a few sketchy characters, when we did make it there was no such findings (damn motion pictures). I’m not sure if the weather was the reason for not coming across the smoke that was supposedly seen by others emitting from the ground or the fact that we may not have been in the right section of the town.
Following vague directions online or directions pre-google.maps-era we found ourselves circling around hoping to find a clear sign that pointed “This Way”, no such luck. We finally found a local to help with directions and to our surprise lots more people had our crazy idea that day. Continue reading
Finally back from my Denmark trip and what a bummer it is. I can’t help now, but to compare everything from the people, the architecture, the cleanliness, even the water. Everyone says traveling outside of the U.S is a life changer, my mind has definitely been altered.
So I’ve recently snagged a pretty decent job that requires me to travel for conferences every few months, so far it’s been awesome. It’s always been my dream to be able to travel and sight see for the hell of it and I now get paid to do it. Not yet international, but I get to free myself of a basic 9-5 and see something other than grey dusty cubicles in a florescent dull office. Away from sneezing, hacking, the sound of chewing, and boredom of lame tasks. It’s a break from the mundane weekly routine. What I don’t understand is when speaking with my coworkers (some of which have been doing this forever and some that have just started maybe within a few months) no one seems to enjoy it as much as I do. Continue reading