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Young love radiating throughout the Susquehanna-Dauphin subway stop in North Philadelphia.

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Philadelphia, Man, Trumpet, Music, Alley, Panhandle, stool

One thing that has always struck me about living in the city is the way music pinballs off concrete, reaching non-expectant ears. The sound carries, transcending the clutter and there’s a moment of stillness otherwise lost to routine.

I had the fortune of spending all of five minutes with the beautiful Doris as she waited for a bus to collect and deposit her at a consignment shop. In the Monday drizzle, the two of us chatted about her once family, which places to visit in the south of Spain, and how I should find a man and really love him.

Photography is just like that. Or my experience of it at least. Five profound minutes of immersion into someone else’s experience and then she’s off in another direction, and so am I.

How lucky I am to be entrusted with peoples’ stories, their memories. So I go, always with a camera as a reason to inquire about whatever it is I wonder at that given moment.

Sincerely hope to see you again someday, Ms. Doris.

“Doris Waits”
Center City
Philadelphia
10.15.12




Jay Taylor grew up catching critters on a 700-acre farm in central Pennsylvania. At 22 he regularly takes pet snakes Dravok and Chyanne for walks so they are comfortable being handled by the strangers they encounter.

Drum Circle, Harrisburg, PA, 7.24.12


Amy Kessel, Catalonian Cogitations, Barcelona, Spain, 6.24.12

“Some of the neighbors give them a hand. We could all use a hand somehow someway.”
-Charlie Dickinson, 40-Year Grape Street Resident

Grape Street for WHYY / Philadelphia Neighborhoods


Manayunk Bike Race Block Party, Pizza Time, 6.3.12 for Phrequency.com




Characters on Grape Street in Manayunk, Philadelphia, 6.10.12






My new series “Tell It Like It Is” launched this week for Phrequency!


I was taught never to talk to strangers. Now I make a living off of it.

And by make a living, I mean it makes me feel alive.

Every stranger seems stranger than the last, but I’m only interested in the odd ones (like me).

Dane Fallon, Center City, Philadelphia, 3.22.12

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