Philadelphia was built by innovators and blue collar immigrants. Though we’ve housed our fair share of wealthy folk, it has never been an upscale or rich city; rich in culture and history, yes, but not in money. Like other old East Coast cities, Philadelphia was built by people like my ancestors. They mixed the mortar, carried the bricks, polished the marble and bend the heated iron.
The city has beautiful areas that are captured of Philadelphia based movie and TV sets. It also has beautiful materials left in rundown neighborhoods that share marble steps amongst trash and crumbling concrete. It may not all be polished, but it’s ours.
To coincide with my last post, here is Philadelphia and its brick.
If the walls in these shots could talk, they’d mimic the words of Ralph Wiggum.
For me, I think the way to appreciate beauty is to capture the good and the bad. My eyes sway toward the gritty truth of the world around us, so I know I’m not meant to be a wedding photographer. Though the Philadelphia tourism board would likely burn my pictures of trash, destruction and neglect, there are plenty of beautiful things that can be grabbed from the background. It’s the truth of what a city is outside the paths that tourist take. Today, I just share bricks.