Another American Adventure: More Photos from PA

Sunday, May 30, 2010

More Photos from PA

Here are some photos from PA that John sent today. I still can't quite imagine what it's like. Note the American Flags on almost every photo (my comment). This is what John has to say...

"I finally got out of Carnegie. I took some photos of my neighbors in the industrial park, also a few photos of Carnegie. Not much to see - a few churches, but did not feel like stopping. The picture of the hill to the hotel is much steeper than it looks, I would say a 35 degree incline. Also photos of Westinghouse office - note picture of sign for privileged parking for fuel efficient vehicles. I need to find out if my bike qualifies so I can park up front. The food is gourmet at work; they call it the culinary center not the cafeteria. Also photo of azaleas outside hotel. These are what all the northerners rave about."

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.