Friday, August 8, 2008

This is Scranton

Friday morning, woke up around 5am to a dark Scranton sky. Dozed off again, and then got up with Phil and walked around the city for awhile. An amazing cup of espresso, followed by a journey between the past and the future, as we walked through a city that is in the middle of a rebirth, or in some ways, a slow passing on. There's something sad but necessary about saying goodbye to an old Pennsylvania downtown, like the way you have to accept the death of a grandparent who had lived a full life and had suffered long enough. It's hard to let go, but you know it's time.Walking around this city, where I saw facades with "1875" carved into the stonework next to large signs that said, "Coming soon....!", I searched eagerly for the craft of my grandfather's --- hand painted signs. We found a few beauties, and I realized how endangered this art form has become.In an hour or so we'll pack up the kids and the car and head west toward Jamison City (pop. 102) to spend the weekend with my wonderfully wonderful siblings (Mike, Karen, Sue), Mike's wife Danyelle, and their daughter Julianna. Plus dogs Tucker and Bo! No internet, no connection to the "outside world", just the camp, the town watering hole, and each other. Perfect!(downtown Jamison City, now I think it's the bar!)

1 comment:

tangled sky studio said...

hi there...i found my way here thru etsy and wanted to let you know that i love your work (and burlington). i also wanted to congratulate you on your first few sales (it's really exciting, isn't it!?). My family thinks I'm crazy too but encaustics seem to have a mind of their own...