Photos from the trip to Philadelphia, PA / Camden, NJ being uploaded slowly but surely. The photoset thus far:
There were a couple of things I wanted to do while I was down in Philadelphia, and one of them was to visit the Italian Market where David took some of his shots when he flew down for the only Flickr meetup he was able to attend.
Dave’s Logbook: Philly Flickr Meetup
I remember distinctly the phone conversation we had that night. I was at a Vancouver Flickr Meetup the same night at Trout Lake to watch firespinning, and I sat off to the side of the field listening to David’s excited chatter about how he flew down in the Tri-Pacer and took Gregory for a spin over his neighbourhood (and discovered from the aerial shots that his neighbours had a pool!).
I was so pleased to hear David’s animated voice, telling me how great the other Flickr people were and how much fun he was having. In hindsight perhaps this was already the cancer taking hold of his body, but I knew he’d been feeling tired and later he said he was reluctant to tell me how fatigued he was, day after day. We hadn’t seen each other in more than three weeks since David returned to Scranton from Vancouver after his birthday weekend, and although we were in touch by phone and email on a daily basis, we were unhappy to be apart in order to satisfy visa requirements. I was hoping David would take more opportunities to join the Philly Flickr people on social outings, to take time off from his commitments and be a part of the photography community the way I was involved with Vandigicam. David’s first Philly Flickr meetup sounded encouraging to me; he needed to have more fun to regain some balance between work and play.
Addie kindly took me to the Italian Market where she and Seuss and the others walked with David more than a year ago. I found the sign I was looking for, a simple neon outline of a pig, a shot that David took at night and one that I’d commented on. I don’t know why that one stuck in my brain, but I was bent on finding it. I remember David telling me that he wanted to take me to the Italian Market the next time we were in Philadelphia, and I can see why — not just for photographs, but for the market atmosphere that we both enjoyed. When Addie found the Fiorella’s storefront, I felt like I’d completed a mission.
