So, my brother met me at the Digital Atelier during our Digital Tools field trip to New Jersey, and I spent the weekend with him. Nursing our respective colds with OJ, Echanacia, and Tea, we both sniffled our way from gallery to gallery in downtown philly.

Found a really cute part of town with little old homes with screwy little balconies and tiwggy little yards on cobbled little streets, and saw some character-ful wooden objects about early American pioneers at Fleisher/Ollman Gallery.

Then down to Gallery 339 where we skulked past the Paul Cava show to the mid-dismantling of Douglas Takeshi Wolfe: who woulda thought birds-on-a-wire could still be fresh.

One of Sarah Stolfa's photographs was still up, the rich red and olive, with the blurry cigarettes and the women's red hair made me feel like I was back in a snug London pub.

And Serge J-F Levy with the kind of off-kilter and incredibly striking photos I always think i must have taken myself somewhere, but, well, not quite.

Just as my head was starting to hurt and my blood-sugar starting to plummet we lucked upon the 90th anniversary show of The Print Center, with some grooms, steiglitz, hockney, and a big jar full of haloween candy!

But we missed Jennifer Butler-Kaler's soft sculptures, and though I got to see William Barnett's Summer Idyl, copies exist not on internet or otherwise, so alas, Shelly was unable to see it, and I know she would have adored it.

Now Dunkin Donuts is the only coffee shop still open.