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To our inspiration in life and our guide to the photographic endeavor, Dr. Edward Trayes....
Contributors Leadership Team Nickee Plaksen Charlotte Jacobson
Design
Nickee Plaksen Patrick McPeak Marissa Nicole Pina
Content
Photojournalism 2012
Content Advising Chris Montgomery
Copy Editing
Patrick McPeak Nickee Plaksen Charlotte Jacobson Marissa Pina
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Contents Introduction
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Marissa Pina & Kesley Dubinsky
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Cara Anderson & Ian Van Kuyk
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Courtney Marabella
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Tarrytown & Sleepy Hollow, NY
Luzerne County, PA
Milford, PA
Patrick McPeak
South Jersey, NJ
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Charlotte Jacobson & Nicole Plaksen
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Shanya Kleinburg
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Danielle Parsons
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Mike Wojcik
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Assateague Island & Chincoteague, VA
Saylorsburg, PA
Asbury Park, NJ
Washington, D.C.
Indira Jimenez
Wyoming Valley, PA
Jacob Colon
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Milena Corredor
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Alex Udowenko
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Abi Reimold
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Kirsten Griffin
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Falling Water, PA
Judith Point, RI
Buena, NJ
Jim Thorpe, PA
Adamstown, PA
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -Jack Kerouac
Introduction A mission. Thrown out into the wind and pushed to foreign lands no one had ever been to before. A mission that became brutal struggle to grab as many photographs as possible and to come back only to jam the faint memories into a book destined to disappear on a shelf one day. Some say this would be insanity; a small group of students from North Philadelphia call this Photojournalism. From Judith Point, Rhode Island all the way down to Chincoteague, Virginia, 16 students embarked to 13 different places to discover the “feel� of each destination. Some covering several different towns, others really focusing on small towns in the mountains, the Road Trip project was a highlight of Photojournalism. Leaving on a cool Friday morning, the class set off to capture not only photographs but also the soul of small towns and overlooked monuments to industries of the past. The Ashley Coal breaker, Barnegat Lighthouse, Pendleton Mansion and many other relics that have stood the test of time for two millennia. Taking famous high ways and lesser known byways, all of the students managed to find their way and make it to their towns only to be thrown into different settings worlds away from our beloved Philadelphia campus. Returning with full cameras and completely devoid of any creative power, the students returned to create this book. This is our manifesto and our ninth symphony of the road. Composed of engines idling, the soft release of shutters and the quiet whispers of the wind. A sonata composed of our own photographic visions. The photographers of Photojournalism 2012 are proud to present a photo summary of the Road Trip Project.
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Tarrytown & Sleepy Hollow, NY Marissa Pina & Kelsey Dubinsky
The quiet small towns of Sleepy Hollow and Tarrytown, New York rest along the Hudson River. Both towns hold deep history in regard to architecture, wealth, and legends. Each town shares a natural beauty that varies from historical manors to the small lighthouse on the Hudson. The two towns were merged but then split in 1997, leaving Sleepy Hollow with one important legend, which perhaps shaped the neighboring towns into what they are today. Washington Irving, the author of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, is considered to be one of the most iconic names of the area. Irving resided in Tarrytown, and wrote his story of 18
the town of Sleepy Hollow. During the fall, both towns transform into the legend itself, with Halloween decorations on every street corner, and an extreme amount of Halloween attractions. Each year Tarrytown holds a Fall Festival in the local park where families can come together for a farmers market, live music, free crafts and scarecrow making. The famous Lyndhurst Mansion offers a spooky tour, and also the Scarecrow Invasion, where local groups come together to decorated hundreds of scarecrows in the field adjacent to the mansion. The town of Sleepy Hollow lives up to
its spooky legend by holding attractions such as the Horseman’s Hollow. Which is an attraction that is meant to scare guests as they venture around the Philipsburg Manor. The guests are warned to watch out for witches, zombies and sometimes even the legend himself, the Headless Horseman. Sleepy Hollow also offers kerosene lantern-lit tours of it’s famous cemetery, that allows visitors to see where people such as Washington Irving, and Andrew Carnegie are buried. -Marissa & Kelsey
The holding room at the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery is dimly lit by the kerosene lantern during the guided tour on October 12, 2012.
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The Headless Horseman terrorizes tourists and locals outside the Horseman’s Hollow in Sleepy Hollow, NY on October 13, 2012.
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A gravestone peacefully sits away from the others in the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery on a cold October night.
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A scarecrow is decorated to resemble a Rastafarian as a part of the annual Scarecrow Invasion in Tarrytown, New York. The Invasion is an event that takes place each year, where local schools and organizations decorate hundreds of scarecrows. 22
During a fall festival on October 13, 2012, at Patriot’s Park in Tarrytown, NY a group of Capoeira dancers gave a free performance.
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A mysterious doorway is embedded into a hill at the Stone Barns in Sleepy Hollow, NY on October 13, 2012.
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Fischer Moss, of Tarrytown, NY, enjoys a sunny day during the Fall Festival in Tarrytown on October 13,2012.
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Clouds roll above the historical site of the historical Lyndhurst Mansion on a calm October day in Tarrytown, NY.
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Philipsburg Manor is a historic site that was settled by Anglo-Dutch settlers for farming and milling in Sleepy Hollow, NY.
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Lanterns lit the pathway of the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery during one of the famous cemetery’s tour on October 12, 2012.
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A monument in the Sleepy Hollow cemetery is eerily deteriorating; the original monument was constructed in white marble.
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Fischer Moss, age 2, enjoys an apple and free crafts at Patriot’s Park on October 13, 2012.
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“What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do - especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.” -William Least Heat Moon
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Luzerne County, Pennsylvania Cara Anderson & Ian Van Kuyk
Luzerne County, also known as The Coal Region, lies in Northeastern Pennsylvania. The area is located in the northern anthracite area and was once a coal mining hot spot. The county is a mountainous and rugged region juxtaposed next to coal ruins and quaint communities. The fall of the coal enterprises caused a drastic change in the culture of the region. Floods and disasters forced the inhabitants of the area to abandon their homes and relocate. Scattered in Luzerne County are pockets of eerie coal communities and skeletal remains of mining facilities. Hidden 34
ruins of the once thriving coal industry stand as vandalized relics to the past. A reminder of what once existed of the coal industry lingers alongside the populated areas of the county. The Ashley Coal Breaker, Concrete City, the Avondale Coal Mine remains, and the Hollenbeck Cemetery lay tucked into the mountainous region along with memories of the once prosperous coal county. Many families affected by the unfortunate events that occurred stay rooted in the county. Memories of disaster hang over the county. While the misfortune of the coal industry has had lasting affects on the
people of Luzerne County, their spirits are not broken. The culture instilled in the small town communities of the area is tight knit, unpolished, and intriguing. Ashley, Nanticoke, Plymouth, and Wilkes-Barre are portals to the past of Luzerne County. The vandalized remnants of coal facilities and communities starkly contrast the luscious surrounding landscape in a breathtaking fashion. The economic and cultural evolution of Luzerne County has been molded by the coal industry. -Cara
The graffiti covered abandoned homes of Concrete City on October 6th, 2012
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The remains of a floral velvet couch hide under a bridge in Plymouth, Pennsylvania.�
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A view of the rubble inside a Concrete City home.
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Looking up at the Ashley Coal Breaker.
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A velvety mushroom, resting in the Hollenback Cemetary on October 7th, 2012.
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Amongst the vandalized and destroyed rubble of Concrete City rests a patch of purple flowers.
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Amongst the vandalized and destroyed rubble of Concrete City rests a patch of purple flowers.
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Wilkes-Barre glimmering at night.
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“We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.� -Carson McCullers
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Milford, Pennsylvania Courtney Marabella
In Northeastern Pennsylvania, right on the edge of the Delaware River, lies the small town of Milford. It sits quietly almost right on the border of where New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania meet right off highway 209. The town is small and quaint, one that some people might just pass right through without giving it a second glance. However, judging by the experiences I had in Milford, I think those people would be missing out. Milford may seem unassuming, but if you look closely, it is jam packed with history, charm gorgeous scenery and entertainment. If I were to advise anyone on when to visit Milford I would, with a doubt, tell them to go in the Fall. I think traveling there in the Fall was one
of the reasons I enjoyed the trip so much. Milford is really one of those towns that is at its peak in the Fall. The red, yellow and orange leaves on the trees and scattered all over the street and sidewalk made the town look like something out of a movie. My travel companion (my younger brother) even pointed that out as we first drove through the town. I think his exact quote was, “This looks like the town from Hocus Pocus.” I was slightly worried that, being that the town was so small, there wouldn’t be a lot to photograph in the town itself as far as activities. However, when time came to photograph, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the town was alive with activity. There was an Artisan Exchange going
on, a town-wide Yard Sale by the church, and the annual Black Bear Film Festival taking place at the Milford theatre. Milford is home to some gorgeous Victorian homes. Many of them have been converted to day spas or Bed and Breakfast hotels, offering tourists a fun and authentic place to stay when they visit. The town is also full of antique shops, art galleries and quaint little cafés where one could easily spend the day, reading and sipping coffee. There are also multiple restaurants to satisfy any appetite, such as the Apple Valley Restaurant, The Black Bear Café and the Milford Diner. -Courtney
The sun sets on the town of Milford, PA on Friday, October 12
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The Grey Towers, the home of former Pennsylvania governor, Gifford Pinchot, stand tall on a large estate, right in Milford, PA. 56
One of the two towers that gives the Grey Towers mansion its name.
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The Black Bear Film Festival’s opening night gala was held in a tent outside the historic Milford Theatre. The Black Bear Film Festival’s opening night gala was held in a tent outside the historic Milford Theatre. 58
The Black Bear Film festival brought both films and a variety of humorous bear sculptures to Milford, PA. 59
The Black Bear Film festival brought both films and a variety
of humorous bear sculptures to Milford, PA.
The Milford Diner, a restaurant where locals flock to for a quick bite to eat and some friendly faces.
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Military artifacts are some of main attractions at Milford’s Columns Museum.
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The Columns Museum in Milford is home to many historic artifacts, such as the Lincoln Flag, the flag that cradled the presidents head on the night he was shot. 62
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.�
-Jack Kerouac
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Jersey Shore, New Jersey Patrick McPeak
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The journey started on a clear friday afternoon. A mission to discover the three sisters of the sea along the Inlet waterway of New Jersey. Something that became a personal mission of discovery. A straight shot down the coastal ridge of New Jersey. Island hopping from lighthouse to lighthouse to discover what beauty lied in a state so overlooked for it’s scenic power and looked to as a vacation hotspot for twenty somethings, on the hunt for cheap alcohol and cheap thrills. A journey of 600 miles and infinitely more through the soul and the photographic endeavor. Ever since I was a small child, my father had statuettes of prominent lighthouses
from around the United States. I overlooked them as kid, seeing them as kitsch or little decorations for our end tables. This year was a little different. Looking at the bottom of the Barnegat one, and knowing I had a roadtrip project coming up, I instantly made the connection. Discover the lighthouses that have stood for centuries and only a drive away from my family’s home in Pennsylvania. The three sisters of the sea stood as markers in my travels, similar to the many sailors that had navigated the complex inlets of New Jersey. Old Barney, Old Abbey and Old May. Three sisters of the sea standing ever watchful, guiding those lost at sea back home.
It was romantic for me, doing the closest thing that I could to that. Since many of us twenty somethings feel almost lost in our existence, maybe I would find peace and understand, sitting beside old friends. I’ve always had an utter need to be by the sea and this was a personal adventure through myself. Sailing by land to discover the inlets of my soul. Forever in debt to the sisters for their help. -Patrick
The Tinicum Rear Range Light stands as the centerpiece to the home of Paulsboro Little League, the District 15 champions. 67
Wild reeds grow between the floating dock and dry land at Shady River Marina in Egg Harbor Township, NJ.
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Old Barney stands down after another successful night of watching the inlet at the top of Long Beach Island, NJ.
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Old Abbey, the oldest of the three sisters of the sea, sits dissonent in the middle of the modern jewel of Atlantic City, NJ.
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“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.�
-J.R.R. Tolkien
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Chincoteague & Assateague, Maryland & Virginia Charlotte Jacobson & Nickee Plaksen
The process of differentiating between Assateague and Chincoteague Islands in Maryland and Virginia is a difficult task. The wildlife reserve on Assateague Island is called the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge. Assateague Island is solely comprised of the wildlife refuge and beachesthere are absolutely no businesses on the island. To stay on Assateague Island, you must camp. Chincoteague Island is the small island of only 1 1/2 miles wide, and 7 miles long, full of business: hotels, crab shacks, beach and bait shops, and other typical beach-town stores. Before making the three-hour drive to Assateague Island, Maryland on Friday October 12, we were not too sure of what to expect. Without an exact point of destination, we reached the bridge to the Maryland side of Assateague Island. We indulged 74 our urge to photograph everything in sight and
continued until the sunset, but to our dismay there was a severe lack of wild ponies until the next day. Truly, the Chincoteague ponies are full horses, but their diet on the island stunts their growth. Our encounter with the ponies on our second day on the island was when we discovered what really brings people to Assateauge. In everyday life, horses are not animals that people are generally amazed to see. But, the ability to see these Chincoteague ponies in their natural environment, almost completely wild and free, was an incredible sight. Contrary to popular belief, the ponies are not truly wild animals. They have been handled by humans, and therefore trust humans more than other wild animals would. Four times a year, the ponies are rounded up for vet checks. One roundup that occurs in the middle of the summer is referred to Pony Petting Week and is the biggest event that
happens on the island, spiking the population on Chincoteague from a mere 5,000 people yearround, to upwards of 120,000 during the Pony Petting. The park rangers swim the ponies across the channel from Assateague to Chincoteague Island in Virginia and sell the youngest fouls to the highest bidders. As a whole, the islands of Assateague and Chincoteague are an adventure in themselves. There is an abundance of wildlife, beautiful beaches, wonderful seafood restaurants, and an adorable little town within Chincoteague. Horses are just the cherry on top. -Nickee & Charlotte
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A dock stretches into the bay which overlooks the bridge that transports drivers to the islands in Assateague Island Parks.
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Bouys hang from a boat in the harbor of Chingoteague Island, Virginia. 77
The wild horses of Assateague Islands may be considered wild, but they are so used to humans that they have no problem sticking their heads into the car windows to sneak a little snack from tourists.
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A mother horse and her baby nuzzle on the side of the main road as tourists watch and take photos.
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The stallion stands tall and proud in the marshlands of Assateague Island, MD after grazing in the grass.
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The foal of the horse family eats grass on the edge of a pond in the marshlands on the side of the road at Assateague Island, MD.
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The stallion reaches towards the grass to eat his next meal.
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The stallion reaches towards the grass to eat his next meal.
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A little girl stands in front of the horses grazing on the side of the road as her parents take her photo at Assateague Island Parks, MD.
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The wild Chingoteague ponies of Assateague Island get so close to humans, they will walk straight into them forcing people to move out of the way for them. Charlotte Jacobson in the photo above is a prime example of how close the horses can get to human beings.
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A tourist leans against a sign as he watches a scenic sunset over the bay of Assateague Island in Virginia.
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“A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you can control it�
-John Steinbeck
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Saylorsburg, Pennsylvania Shayna Kleinburg
Saylorsburg, Pennsylvania is a town of deep roots in both the community and nature. Although there is little to do in the town of Saylorsburg, the majority of the town’s beauty lies within the presence of nature. The Appalachian Trail runs right through the town, providing excellent hiking through the thick woods and beautiful views of trees at every corner. The trails are great for taking in fresh air and experiencing the beauty of the seasons. The attractions in Saylorsburg are few and far between, but the one’s that do exist have been there for over ten years. Take the flea market, for example. Serving the community for over fifteen years, the Blue Ridge Flea Market has been 90
a Saylorsburg hot-spot that has been operating every Saturday and Sunday up until the cold winter months for years and is a stomping ground for many locals to buy and sell items, while socializing amongst friends and neighbors. Sorrenti’s Cherry Valley Winery, just down the street from the flea market, has been a family operated business for 32 years with over 50 awardwinning wines under their belt. The daughter Mary Sorrenti, took over the family winery and continues to produce wines from locally grown grapes right from the vineyard. The Arsha Vidya Gurukulam has also been in the town for quite some time, dating their origin back 26 years. The Gurukulam has been giving back to
the community by supporting visitors to come to the town and encouraged Saylorsburg to get their own post office. The Country Store has also been around for over ten years and gives the small town a quaint vibe reminding people that Saylorsburg is off the beaten path. Every establishment in Saylorsburg has survived decades and the community reflects the same history. Full of characters, oddballs, lovers of nature and all around friendly people, Saylorsburg, Pennsylvania isn’t just a place to go hiking, but it’s a place many people continue to call home. -Shayna
People rummage through tables and tables of different items at the Blue Ridge Flea Market, one of the few attractions in Saylorsburg.
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The sun shines over a cornfield that blankets the ground until it hits the woods over Route 33 in Saylorsburg, PA.
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Cinnamon sprinkled trees are beautiful backdrops to the local corn maze.
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Two men stand beside a truck of stuff consisting of used furniture and other miscellaneous odds and ends.
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“One’s destination is never a place but a new way of seeing things.”
-Henry Miller
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Asbury Park, New Jersey Danielle Parsons
Asbury Park was developed in 1871 as a beach resort. In 1888 Palace Amusements was built and became home to the famous grinning face of Tillie. In the proceeding years, Asbury Park became one of the most popular vacation spots at the Jersey Shore. In the 1920s the Convention Center and Paramount theater were erected along with the Casino Arena and Carousel pier. In the years that followed WWII Asbury Park saw a dramatic change in the tourist market. Surrounding Monmouth County towns developed suburban neighborhoods as well as businesses, and the Garden State Parkway opened. The development of near by shopping malls proved to be too much competition for Asbury’s downtown shopping district, and Six Flags Great Adventure, a new and improved amusement park in near by Jackson caused the historical Palace Amusements to shut down.
Asbury Park was on a steady downward spiral. Riots broke out on July 4th 1970 causing great damage to many buildings in the cities southwest corridor. Asbury Park has several buildings placed on the National Registers of Historic Places, protecting and preserving properties from destruction. The Tillie murals, along with several paintings and structures from the site have been put into storage for preservation. In the early 21st century Asbury Park was reborn. In 2005 the Casino walkway, which connects Asbury Park to Ocean Grove, was re opened. The Convention Center serves as a music venue and is home to the Asbury Park roller derby team. The ocean side town is also notorious for its music scene and historical venues, which have been host to musical acts like Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi. In May 2003 The Bamboozle Music Festival
was held in Asbury park-also previously known as Skate and Surf Festival. As of 2008 many new restaurants, shops, and businesses have opened on the Boardwalk as well as the downtown district. Ocean Front condos as well as hotels are under construction. Crime has significantly cut down with the help of a larger police presence. Although the town has seen a great deal of improvement, it still has a long way to go. -Danielle
A couple rides a surrey toward the recently opened casino pier.
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Asbury Lanes, a popular nightlife spot, is no stranger to local vandalism.
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Asbury Pedals offers pedal boat tours of Wesley Lake, which is split between Asbury Park and Ocean Grove.
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The front side of the convention center hovers over the boardwalk welcoming visitors and local residents alike.
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Although the boardwalk is functioning with new shops and restaurants, many buildings still remain vacant.
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An abandoned building on the boardwalk comes alive through murals by artist Shephard Fairey.
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“There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away. They haunt this dusty, beach road in the skeleton frames of burned out chevrolets.�
-Bruce Springsteen
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Washington, D.C. Mike Wojcik
I had never been to the nation’s capital before this trip, but it was always somewhere that I needed to see at some point in my life. Sure there are tons of beautiful buildings and monuments, but I think my favorite aspect of being there was being around all different kinds of people. America is the melting pot of the world, and I found out first hand that the same idea could be applied to its capital city. Before the trip I considered myself to be politically agnostic. I often get sick of listening to people’s opinions, though they are passionate in their own right, I still think many people take comfort in hiding in the grey areas of persuasive conversation on this topic. There are tons of
issues during this time that need correcting and it’s certainly hard to decide which ones are most important. I think being in the heart of America’s political framework helped give me a better perspective that will be vital during this upcoming election. I learned that no matter whom the president ends up being, once everything is all said and done, the people of America regardless of political affiliation or loyalty need to accept him or at least learn to. I came to the conclusion that the people compose the heart of America. All of this political bedlam that the country is experiencing right now, is solely to gain support from its citizens; regular people like you and I. This experience for me helped
me to realize that being young and growing up means learning something every day, no matter what it is. I feel fortunate to have been a part of this project and I feel glad to have gained a better perspective of where I stand and what my own impact could be in the grand scheme of things. -Mike
The Capitol Building rests quietly on the evening of October 12, 2012.
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A bicycle taxi takes a couple around town.
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Eddie the Shoeshiner polishes up a pair of cordovan buisness shoes.
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Raymond playing saxophone on 12th and F streets.
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People gather outside of The Redline Bar and Grill.
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Women walking to raise money for the Susan G. Komen foundation.
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“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.�
-Mark Twain
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Wyoming Valley, Pennsylvania Indira Jimenez
A dark reminder of the coal mining days of Wyoming Valley lies in Ashley, PA: The Huber Breaker. Closed down since the 1970s, the Huber Breaker is an empty void, once the shining beacon of the coal mining industry of Wyoming Valley. When one walks in into the building, he or she can feel the history and an eerie sense of the people that once prospered there, watching over visitors. About 114 miles north of the City of Brotherly Love lies Wyoming Valley, whose two major cities are Scranton and Wilkes-Barre. Local townships
include Ashley, Swoyersville, Nanticoke, and Dallas. With the history of coal mining in this area, the townships have many residents whose ancestors worked and provided for their families through mining. However, the mining culture had its setbacks. Health issues like black lung spread like the Plague to many individuals. Social issues pertaining to the unsaid social hierarchy set by the mines arose, as did the presence of labor unions fighting the inequalities of the mines. During this road trip, the communities of Ashley, Swoyersville,
Nanticoke, and Dallas were documented in how they have been affected by the mines of yesteryear, the crown jewel being the abandoned Huber Breaker. Located in Ashley, this mine is set to become a historical museum for visitors to learn about the Wyoming Valley coal mining culture.
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A delicate spider web dangles in a window of the abandoned Huber Breaker, located in Ashley, PA.
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An exterior shot of the Huber Breaker, located in Ashley, Wyoming Valley, PA.
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“Lost Boys” is one of the many examples of graffiti located in the abandoned Huber Breaker, located in Ashley, PA.
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A rusty abandoned bike sits outside of the Huber Breaker, located in Ashley, Wyoming Valley, PA.
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A used Miller High Life beer can acts as debris at the abandoned Huber Breaker, located in Ashley, Wyoming Valley, PA.
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Rural and farm postage near a coal depository in Swoyersville, PA.
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“Tourist don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they are going.”
-Paul Theroux
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Falling Water, Pennsylvania Jacob Colon
Each year, thousands of tourists flock to Mill Run Road in rural Western Pennsylvania – about 90 minutes southwest of Pittsburgh – to see one of architect Frank Lloyd Wright’s most revered structures: Fallingwater. It is regarded as one of the most famous private homes in the world. Designed in 1935 for a wealthy Pittsburgh businessman named Edgar Kaufman Sr, Fallingwater and its supplementary guesthouse take up over 7,000 square feet of land. But what impresses me more is the surrounding area. Bear Run Nature Preserve, on which Fallingwater rests, is a 5,000-acre area protected by the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy. About one mile from Fallingwater on Mill Run Road begins Ohiopyle State Park, a 19,000-acre natural haven. The borough of Ohiopyle itself has 77 residents, and 128
of those, fellow photographer Greg Brandon and I had the pleasure of developing a weekend-long relationship with just three. Will Scarlett, along with his wife and their friend, own Scarlett Knob Campground, which just about borders Ohiopyle State Park. Besides showing us warm and sincere hospitality, Will let us into his world with our cameras. Will opened us up to us by sharing his passion for all things Boy Scout-related and by allowing us to document his immense collection of memorabilia. I owe it to myself to return to Scarlett Knob in the future in order to gain a greater understanding photographically of Will’s museum and his way of life. Will and his wife were not the only hosts of the weekend. Though Mother Nature was a bit cold and windy at night, She acted for me as a host, a teacher,
and a source of escape. I have spent the majority of my life either in the suburban sprawl of New York City or the smog-soaked atmosphere of inner city Philadelphia Autumn passionately embraced its changing leaves with full force, reminding me of the infinite beauty I having been missing out on for most of my life. Fallingwater is a work of art. It is a defining symbol of American architecture, and thus, of American life. However, the truth about Mill Run Road is that nobody on it lives like the Kaufman’s did. The true story of Mill Run Road is not Fallingwater, but the community that surrounds it, which includes the people and the millions of leaves they share among thousands of trees. -Jacob
An old Ford automobile shines in the driveway of one of Mill Run Road’s few houses.
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The heads of three deer hang in the main office of Scarlett Knob Campground. The campground’s owner, Will Scarlett, hunted these deer and several other animals on display in his office. 130
Chad, a motorcyclist and resident of Southwestern Pennsylvania, gears up before cruising up Mill Run Road.
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A myriad of flowers grace the Fallingwater property, one of architect Frank Lloyd Right’s most renowned designs.
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Visitors take tours of Fallingwater on a sunny October afternoon.
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Boy’s Life is the official magazine of the Boy Scouts. The one on the far right is from April 1963 and features baseball Hall-of-Famer Yogi Berra on the cover. 134
“Like all great treavelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.�
-Benjamin Disraeli
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Judith Point, Rhode Island Milena Corredor
Being in the city, you’re used to a lot of small places. You look at your small apartment and think, “Yeah. This is normal.” You are used to walking everywhere, passing mounds of concrete with cute little parks mixed in. This is what life is like. You forget that a grocery store is not always a block away, and you can’t always just walk home if you have had too many beers at the pub. Finally, when you find yourself going on a road trip six hours north, everything is put into perspective: we’re living like sardines. I love the city, but I’m a southern girl at heart. Most of my extended family is from Tennessee so most of my childhood memories included a view from the backseat of a car of stretches of trees. Going to a Pumpkinfest in Narrangansett, Rhode Island was a long awaited for trip home.
My first day was spent at Point Judith, Narrangansett, Rhode Island and in Newport. The first stop was the lighthouse. The coast guard has roots here. Around the lighthouse is a fence stating authorized personal only, but my guess is that the rule no longer applied. Families from all over walked on through to get to the shore and the lighthouse. Fishermen could be seen eating lunch, families hung out and took a stroll around the shore, and to my left was a radius of a few hundred feet of stacked rocks. Next stop was Newport. A few miles walking along the cliff walk alongside America’s biggest mansions is surreal. Tourists speaking completely different languages were snapping pictures and reading plaques. On the other spectrum, a few local couples were also there posing for engagement
photos. The next day started and ended with Narrangansett’s sixteenth annual Pumpkinfest held at Sunset Farms. Everyone knew everyone. They all called each other by their first names. The attendees even knew the farm owners, It was like we stumbled into somebody’s backyard while they were having a barbeque. Two days went by way too fast, and I kind of wish I had more time to explore thoroughly. But it was time to go home and I couldn’t skip any more classes. It was a good trip, one hundred percent worth the half a days worth trip there and back. But that’s done now. It’s time to go somewhere else, maybe Maine… -Milena
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“The journey, not the destination, matters.�
-T.S. Elliot
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Buena, New Jersey Alex Udowenko
Buena, NJ is a small town located dead in the center of South Jersey and the center of Italian Jersey. At the town limits there’s a small market that sells local produce and products many of them different types of pasta, family-made sauces and, has an owner who won’t take no to sampling his fresh peppers. Its a town brimming with culture and history that reaches back well into the 19th century. Spread across roughly seven and a half acres, Buena encompasses more than just one town. Minotola and Landisville are unincorporated towns that have their own established postal addresses and histories. Today more than 4,600 reside in Buena, many of them still working family plots that go back more than four generations. Originally the area around Buena was nothing 148
more than woodlands back in the early 1800s. Only trappers and other outdoorsman resided in the area, providing furs and timber to the large metropolitan cities of Philadelphia and New York. It wasn’t until around the 1850s did Buena begin to resemble the town it is today. A property developer by the name of Charles K. Landis saw much promise in this region of South Jersey and began development on the towns of Hammonton and Vineland, and later Landisville, marketing them to Italian farmers and wine producers. This is where its Italian roots began to take hold. Buena began to grow from a glass factory and subsequent sand factory that arrived later, set strategically near railroads that would ship goods to the major cities on the Eastern seaboard. Farms began to spring up
in the area surrounding Minotola as well. Today Buena is the ninth highest town with Italian ancestry in the state of New Jersey, right behind Roseland and Carlstadt. In 2002 a shrine was erected to the Catholic saint, Padro Pio Shrine by Italian-American farmers from Landisville and has a large amount of visitors who come to pray as well as attend services that are held there regularly. Passing through Buena you can go miles before catching a glimpse of a person, but that doesn’t stop you from easily getting captured by its serene and rolling farms, for which South Jersey is famous. Come to Buena for the farms and wineries, stay for the Italian hospitality. -Alex
An old house stands against an oncoming storm.
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Children’s hand prints line the foundation of an old farmhouse on Donato Farm, where twelve family members of the previous owners tragically passed away after eating wild mushrooms. 150
Many headstones at Friendship Cemetery date back to the 19th century, a time when a wave of immigrants settled in Buena.
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Now a vacant storage loft for the Donato Bros. Farm, this floor once served as a factory thar produced buttons for clothing industries located in Philadelphia and New York City.
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A chalk drawing of President William McKinley stands the test of time on the upper floor of an old button factory, where school dances were held for local students in bygone days.
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The only mail truck in Minotola, a town in Buena, NJ.
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“Travel is only glamourous in retrospect.”
-Paul Theroux
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Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania Abi Reimold
A complicated, frustrating, and stressful week took me to Thursday night. My original plan to take the Megabus to Richmond, Virginia wasn’t going to be feasible anymore. While the idea of visiting a new and fascinating place was intriguing, I wasn’t ready to go that far a way from home, into a situation that would probably provide as much stress as my day-to-day life. Earlier in the same week, a coworker from New Jersey was joking about Pennsylvania and brought up Jim Thorpe, a place my parents have been threatening to drag my brother and me to but have never followed through with. All I knew was that it was a place that is beautiful, secluded, outdoor-activity friendly, and in the mountains. Alex and I headed out by car on Friday night, stopping in downtown Lancaster to see a friend’s band perform at a local
home. We woke up in the morning to pig out at Shady Maple restaurant, and then proceeded north towards the mountains. While driving through coal country, we started to see that we had chosen the perfect time of year to visit. The weather wasn’t too cold, but we were surrounded by all the beauty and glory of autumn. Arriving in the town was crazy. Turning into Jim Thorpe we faced a traffic jam—in the middle of the mountains! We parked and started exploring as dusk began to fall. The town looked like a little town in the Alps, I pointed out to Alex. I later found that I’m not the only one that thinks so. We explored the town a little, without finding much. Antique stores abounded, carrying objects that likened to the heap of trash I heaved to the curb while going through my aunt’s old house a few years back. Our purchases
maxed $9 with a huge, delicious jar of homemade pickles purchased from a cottage store. The “cabin” we bunked in that night at Jim Thorpe Camping Resort was more like a shed with a couple beds stacked on top of each other. It was unheated and uncomfortable. The following morning we chose the restaurant with the worst reviews that popped up under the smartphone search “diner.” Beacon 443 Restaurant gave us no qualms as we ate huge fluffy pancakes in preparation for a day of hiking. After that we went on the trail for a day of walking up, looking down, and sliding down a challenging and fun hiking waterfall path. Here are some pictures from our hike. -Abi
The engine of Lehigh Gorge’s Scenic Railway turns in for the evening.
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Carriage rides are available through the town.
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Tourists explore the town.
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The Gorge cuts through what is known as the Alps of the United States.
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Fallen Autumn leaves lie on a rock along the Glen Onoko waterfall trail
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An antique car is parked in the Town of Jim Thorpe on a rainy day.
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“To awake quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.�
-Freya Stark
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Adamstown, Pennsylvania Kirsten Griffin
Original plans to explore Shamokin, Pennsylvania with my close friends Pat and Dean turned to dust by Friday morning. Dean and I were both without cars, and Pat’s Toyota Corolla wagon failed to start for the previous three days. Knowing I still had to go somewhere, I decided to go to a town, not far from my hometown, but one I had never been to, or even driven through. Adamstown, Pennsylvania is a 30-minute drive from my home, but I had to travel by bike, so it took quite a bit longer. Prior to leaving on Saturday morning, I did some research and found out that Adamstown is the home to a brewery, so I knew I wanted to go there. Stoudt’s Brewery and the Stoudt’s Black Angus Restaurant were closed when I arrived at 9a.m. (scheduled to open at noon), so I took the time to walk around and snap a few photos of the building.
After walking around the back of the brewery, I discovered Stoudtburg Village. Small walkways lined with colorful shops, cafes and German style homes. There were a few people floating around, having breakfast at the cafes, it felt like I was in another country. My best find at the Stoudtburg Village was the Toy Robot Museum, a small shop with a paper sign in the window. As soon as you walk inside you are overwhelmed with probably thousands of toy robots in glass showcases, and toy robot themed memorabilia. There were only two other people in the museum, neither of who was the curator. Sunday I knew I wanted to spend the day at the other end of Adamstown where there are huge flea markets. Every Sunday, large open buildings and parking lots become busy with flea markets, antique markets and yard sales. There was one large
building with a large, simple sign: “Flea Market,” so that’s where I went. Walking in, I was overwhelmed with the musty smell, dim lighting and dust. I could tell that a majority of the items in the market probably spend the other six days of the week sitting exactly where they were left on Sunday evening. I found that most of the items for sale were household items such as, glassware, flatware, old vacuums, old furniture, and hundreds of lamps. There was one stand inside “Flea Market” that I particularly liked, and that was the one with boxes and boxes of records and old VHS tapes. Although, I did leave the “Flea Market” empty handed. -Kirsten Griffin
Stoudt’s Black Angus Restaurant is attached to the Stoudt’s Brewery and serves a wide selection of gourmet food and their own brews.
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Rows upon rows of toy robots line the shelves of a glass showcase at the Toy Robot Museum in Adamstown, Pennsylvania.
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These special edition Stormtrooper toy robots are just a few of the extremely rare editions to the collection at the Toy Robot Museum.
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A 1930s children’s record player sits and waits for a lucky buyer.
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“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.�
-Lao Tzu
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