A Walk to … Camden.

Posted on May 26, 2011February 13, 2014 by Betty Breznay

A stroll across the Benjamin Franklin Bridge generally entails taking a nice midday walk to Camden, New Jersey. This is our adventure from Philadelphia.

Kyle and Betty walk to Camden.

Bai-bee, Chinatown!

An adventure to cross the Benjamin Franklin Bridge to Camden!

Bleeding iron just like the countless bleeding gunshot victims in the beautiful city of brotherly love.

The Ben Franklink Bridge through the eyes of Kyle.

This is how Kyle sees everything outdoors through his BluBlockers.

I might slip through the crack.

On top of things. The space between Philadelphia and Camden, to be exact.

Look how shiny the yellow paint is!

Poggenpohi? Poggen Pohl. kitchens.

Between the lines.

Kyle contemplates the meaning of life ... or holds his pose while I meter ... either, or.

Do not cross which yellow line?

The tiny duck-boat runway beneath a much closer train track beneath the bridge.

Toesie Woesies.

We are exempt from the speed limit, but could never surpass it anyway.

Do not stand on this side while train is passing. Don't have to tell me twice.

I thought I could outrun this boat, but no-sir-ee.

The evidence of this boat will only last a few minutes.

Camden! We made it! Now let's go back....

Half mast? What happened?! Anyway, PLAY BALL!

The loss of life.

Here I am! In Camden! With baseball behind me!

Probably the closest my feet will ever get to these tracks.

How many highways has this truck traveled, how much pollution does he contribute?

The freedom of foot travel has me grateful not to be stuck in this rush hour traffic.

What would I like to tell the world?

Glad to be back in Pennsylvania.

Thank you, Ben Franklin, for electricity.

A duck-boat meeting! All glad to be safe on land.

Minnie kisses Mickey on the ankle of my dry and dirty foot.

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