Wednesday, March 18, 2009

wilma

oh, wilmington. chock full of private school kids and strange crack heads that stand in the middle of the street and refuse to move. i drive there about three times a week to visit erik and attend my photography class. i've had my bad times with wilmy, like last weekend when someone smashed out the back window of my car. but all it takes is a little creativity and some adventurous spirit to find the good in wilmington.

i'm about to let you in on a few of my favorite places, which i'm pretty apprehensive about doing, but i'm feeling nice today. so here you go.. the best kept secrets of wilmington, delaware:

gibraltar: an old abandoned mansion surrounded by the most wonderful gardens. step through the gate and you'll feel like a princess, i swear. if you are sneaky enough you can break in to the house and witness it's paint-chipped walls and old musty curtains.

"the rooftop": since i have a terrible time paying attention while someone else is driving, i can't exactly tell you where it is. but erik has the secret code to get in the appt. complex and ride the beautiful ancient elevator up to the roof, where you have a lovely view of the city.
rockford park: i know it's not quite a secret, but just behind the tower, there's a hill in the woods that's decked out with huge algae-green boulders and tiny caves that are all too fun to explore

the annex: THE place for cheap old crap. like instamatic cameras, interesting old artwork, awesome pottery and tacky figurines... and sometimes if you rummage around enough, you can find some cool clothes, like a beautiful white flowy dress i'm eyein' up from the 20s.
(framed bird pictures courtesy of the annex)

stay tuned for a secret waterfall that i am STILL tying to find. and a sick rope swing.

1 comment:

  1. Growing up in Wilmington was really interesting. On the the one hand, there are a couple very old places (like Gibraltar), and lots of random wilderness surrounding (Rockford Park, or Springhurst Woods), but it all contrasts so weirdly with the corporate glass and steel towers. also, I grew up in one of those "crackheads that won't move" neighborhoods, and there were a couple shootings on my block during the 11 years I lived there...but I mean, I learned to bike and rollerblade like any other kid without fear of being shot. The contrast between rich and poor in Wilmington is so defined that it will always be a place that both interests me and makes me feel angry.
    On the other hand, I really appreciate the beauty of where I live now because of growing up in a place as generally ugly as wilmington.

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