Took a few photos today, and I started with a former Victorian hotel, now converted into a girls prep school. The red color of the building makes the pink cherry tree blossoms seem a little on the dark side. Although it was a nice, if hazy day, somehow this reminds me of the building in "Rosemary's Baby."

Later I drove alongside a creek which dumps into the Schuylkill River. I had to stop and pull over to shoot a photo of an old factory. Nearby, a couple of urban fishermen were trying their luck, but the fish didn't seem to be exactly jumping onto their hooks. The "factory" (or whatever it is now) is rundown, but it's actually inspiring to behold. Artists in California would be all over it, building lofts and dreams. Here no one cares (which is part of its charm).

The road follows the creek until both deadend at the Schuylkill River. An old cobblestone road shines through under an arch, while a puddle reflects the stop sign.

As good a stopping point as any.