One side effect of living in a city, even if you love it, is the accumulation of tension that you hold in your shoulders, your brows, your temperament. So my friends and I found ourselves in mutual excitement over the prospect of ditching Philly for a day. We jumped in a car on Sunday and headed to a pond in New Jersey with the ambiguous driving directions of: Get off the turnpike at WaWa. (First, we accidentally crashed a Puerto Rican pride celebration while trying to get out of the city.)
Several miracles, WaWas and U-turns later, we found ourselves at our serendipitous destination. We snacked and gossiped in the breaks between swimming.
All four of us had cameras, so once the others get their prints/scans I’ll try to finagle some of them here. I took my dusty 35mm SLR, which I haven’t shot with in at least a year. Threw in a roll of drugstore brand film, underexposed it, and accidentally caused some light leaks. This is what came of our day:
We vowed to return a handful of times before summer ends.