As of late I have had to cut back my coffee consumption. It’s not because I don’t like it, quite the contrary, I was drinking way too much coffee. I figured a simple way to cut back my intake was to keep my house devoid of coffee. I couldn’t just wake up and whip up a fresh french press and drink the whole thing to the face. Of course I still want to drink coffee so recently I started kicking weekly it with my long time friend Sam aka Stems aka Sal. For the last two weeks we’ve gone to two different coffee shops and tested out the bean juice, and just as important, the atmosphere.
The first week we decided to go to Cornerstone Coffee House in Camp Hill, Pa. – not pictured – I’ll write more about Cornerstone if I head back there with camera in tow. The second week, the one which I’m writing about specifically in this post, Sam suggested we go to Cafe Uovo, also located in Camp Hill, Pa. I probably should have done some research before hand, as Cafe Uovo is just that, a cafe, and not so much a coffee shop; although they did serve coffee. But none the less we swooped a table near the front window overlooking Market Street and I enjoy my Little Amps coffee, their in house coffee, and Sam slugged down a quad-expresso on ice.
Overall it was a chill vibe, and after looking at the menu, I definitely want to roll back and try their food selections. We sat there shooting the ish for a few minutes, and then bounced out in search of inspiration. We decided to cruise down Front Street in Harrisburg and park at random spots, get out, walk around a bit, and then return to the truck and repeat.
It was a partially cloudy day punctuated with brilliant winter sun light. It was one of those days when all I had to do was open my eyes and photographs that were yet to be made would start jumping out at me. As we drove around Harrisburg I realized once again the amount of beauty and potential of this city by the river.
I have my own thoughts on how the city can be improved, but I’ll withhold them until I can better voice them, and then most importantly, figure out how to enact them. There are a bunch of organizations and individuals proactively bettering Harrisburg and it gives me much encouragement.
After driving for a while we ended up at Fort Hunter, a park & mansion located just north of the city right on the Susquehanna River.
We decided to get out, stretch our legs, and walk along the mighty Susquehanna. The sky there was different than further down river, it was completely overcast and the wind was cold and biting.
I didn’t take too many photos while we were there, as I had my 19mm on my a6000 and was limited in what looked right, but I did manage to get a photo of the sun light as it burst through before being covered by a blanket of clouds.
We ended the day linking up with my friend Mike, who incidentally is also Sam’s cousin. We kicked it next to a wood stove, listened to some Roots Reggae, played some video games and laughed. A dope way to end a dope day. The day, for some reason, spurred my desire to travel again. Not that it had ever waned into nonexistence, but I feel like it’s now or never… now.
