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Greetings! This is my place for art and thinking. The images I find out in the world and close to home are sometimes put here. I like to smile and hence like to find images that are smileworthy. I'm also a bit melancholy sometimes and hence you might find images of solitude and loneliness. 


Pocahontas Park

November 02, 2021  •  Leave a Comment

Yesterday we did a very short walkabout in the park. Very, very few people. Probably because it was a weekday, during school/work hours, and not the season for leisurely strolls in the park. Well, I'm not sure the last part is true, t'was a glorious day with crisp fall air and only a slight breeze. I was hoping to find some autumn colors before the storms blew everything away and I was somewhat lucky. Green was still hanging on and red was scarce but I did find these blue pontoon boats! And the bridge. And, we enjoyed the quiet.

Lake in Pocahontas ParkLake in Pocahontas ParkLooking down the lake at the pontoon boats Lake BridgeLake BridgePocahontas Park bridge over the lake

Cresson Prison Blues

October 26, 2021  •  Leave a Comment

This building was built in 1932 when the mountaintop facility was still a TB Sanatorium. I think the idea was to make the place seem like a hotel or vacation spot to the suffering TB patient. Eventually the drugs were developed to combat TB and this Sanatorium was converted into a hospital for the mentally handicapped. That probably meant the people were restrained as if they were in prison. Eventually the hospital was converted into a prison. I'm not sure what this building was for, inside was a big kitchen, a room that looked like a dance room, shoe shine chairs, destroyed books about physically restraining people, and more. The architecture was very interesting with some cool features inside. In the second image I tried "light painting" with my iPhone with not very good success.

Cresson Prison TudorCresson Prison TudorThis building was built when the prison was a hospital for the mentally handicapped. The Halloween Season was the appropriate time for my visit. Prison ArchitecturePrison ArchitectureFascinating Columns and Arches inside building. The arcs of light are from my iPhone

Women's Building Cresson Prison

October 23, 2021  •  Leave a Comment

The Cresson facility closed as a Pennsylvania state prison but before becoming a men's prison, it was a TB sanatorium and then a hospital for the mentally handicapped. The mentally handicapped facility looked to me like just another type of prison. I think this building was one of the women's "dormitories" which was more like a prison. Three and four beds per room (cell) with no sinks or toilets or showers. At the center of the floor two rooms housed all the toilet facilities. I have to admit that as bad as these were, the medical facilities of the prison were worse. They had showers that were stainless steel boxes with barred doors and large locks. I imagine they locked the prisoners into these shower "cabinets" and then turned the water on for as long and as hot as the correction officers wanted. The first image is one of the "rooms" or cells, the next is looking down the hall from this doorway. The last is the shower room with three stalls and three sinks, now all in ruins.

Prison CellPrison CellThree beds. No bath. No comfort. Prison HallwayPrison HallwayCresson Prison Women's Hospital

Cresson Prison ShowersCresson Prison ShowersShowers and sinks in Cresson Prison

St Emma Library

October 21, 2021  •  Leave a Comment

I was told this was the "library" but I'm not sure that the boys attending St Emma had access to this room...maybe, but I'm not sure. If any alums are out there and reading this, please write or comment and let me know. This room is on the right hand corner as your facing the mansion looking north. Shelves lined all four wall except for the windows and the fireplace. The ledger book sitting on the desk has the look and feel of an 1800s book but there is nothing written on any of the pages. I think the books and pictures on the shelves might be left from after St Emma closed. 

The mansion was built by enslaved people and I'm guessing that the hand painted windows in the original side of the building were done by them. The first closeup is from the library, the second from the dining room. The dining room faces the north, the library the south hence the painting is faded on the library windows. The paintings were of plants that grew on Belmead. 

Belmead in St EmmaBelmead in St EmmaLibrary in the St Emma School St Emma Hand Painted WindowSt Emma Hand Painted WindowThe original mansion's hand painted windows probably painted by enslaved people. St Emma Hand Painted Dining Room WindowSt Emma Hand Painted Dining Room WindowThis painting faces north and so was not faded from the sunlight

Beneath The Castle, A Short Story

October 20, 2021  •  1 Comment


Chapter 1

After a long walk in the deserted Castle gardens I stopped next to the fountain pond and sat on the stone ledge at water’s edge. I was uncomfortably tense despite the quiet of the grounds. Movement in the pond’s murky water caught my eye and I saw a bottle gently bobbing just below the surface. Looking more closely, I saw it was a large capped bottle with something inside.  I couldn’t see well enough through the dirty pond water and the brown tint of the bottle to tell what I was looking at. Without thinking, I grabbed at the bottle and was surprised that it was much deeper than I’d thought. As I reached for it, the bottle seemed to move further out and even deeper. I flailed a bit but managed to wrap my fingers around the slippery, gooey, neck and pull the bottle onto the bench where I’d been sitting.

Semi-transparent slime slowly oozed down the sides of the bottle creating a shiny, mucous-like puddle on the bench. The bottle was thick, about 18 inches tall with a capped opening. The cap was clay or mud stuffed into the bottle’s neck and wrapped over the edges of the two inch wide opening. Inside the bottle was an object, maybe a foot long and a couple of inches wide, I couldn’t really tell what it was, maybe a stick, maybe a metal bar. Gold? Iron? Sausage? Long roll of silver dollars?

What do I do with this thing, I asked myself and looked up the long stairway to the Castle. I’d seen no one, no activity anywhere. Only “Keep Out” signs. My choices, i thought were to throw the bottle back in the water, leave the bottle sitting on the edge of the pond, take the bottle home with me, or take the bottle to the  Castle.  I chose the Castle.

The long stairway to the Castle was next to the abandoned stair step fountains. I’d climbed about halfway up when I was greeted by a chained, rusty gate with a “Keep Out” sign loosely attached with rotting twine to one of the gate’s iron posts. But the gate wasn’t too high and was constructed of old iron cross beams that could provide ladder like access to the other side. I paused for less than a second and began my climb. I quickly discovered that holding a slimy large bottle and gripping a crumbling rusty gate was much more difficult than I’d imagined. When I threw my leg over the top to start down, I slipped and had to quickly grab the gate’s top crosspiece in an embrace like two lover’s saying goodbye at the train station. The bottle sailed away down the staircase and I watched in horror as it bounced and bounced and bounced and then finally shattered twenty feet or so down the stairway.

I struggled to get down and when I was firmly back on terra firma I saw that my shirt was in shreds and my chest and belly were stained with bloody scrapes and crumbs of the rusty gate. I tried to remember the last time I’d gotten a tetanus shot and decided that since I couldn’t remember, I probably needed one. Feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment, I headed for the remains of the bottle. My boots ground broken bottle bits into smaller glass bits creating an unsettling, sandpaper-like feel to my walk.

Several steps down I found the bottle’s tubular secret. I sat down and examined it more closely. It was about a foot long, maybe two inches wide and covered with something shiny and soft. I poked at it, it had no give but was cold and slick on the surface like soaking wet leather. Slowly rotating the tube I discovered a very thin, almost invisible thread loop embedded into one of the tube ends. I had to use one of my keys to pry the loop away from the soggy surface.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought as I pulled on the loop and the soft, gooey surface of the tube came apart as if unzipped. I was left holding a metal tube with finely detailed etching or carving and what looked like a screw cap at one end. Naturally I unscrewed the cap, looked inside and saw what looked like a tightly wrapped roll of paper. I turned the tube and the roll came out onto my hand, surprising heavy, surprisingly strong feeling. This wasn’t paper, or at least the paper I knew.

I stood up and put the roll down on the base of a nearby statue. The sun came out from the clouds and shone directly onto the tube. In clear but small block letters was, “Start at the Center.” I had a flashback to “Alice in Wonderland” and wondered what rabbit hole I’d fallen down. And then, just like Alice, I saw another small looped thread at the end of the roll, I pulled on it and the papers unrolled and flattened out in seconds. I looked closely and saw the words,

“Help me! I am a prisoner below the Castle. I will die soon unless you find me. You absolutely must read through this entire record of my adventures. Skipping to the end is what I did and now I’m trapped. My mistakes and my profits will help you. Please don’t abandon me, if you don’t start now, I will run out of time.”

To be continued...