Blue Mountain

During Spring Break, I experienced a paroxysm of nostalgia. As an 8-

or 9-year-old, I remembered travelling with my dad on the Pennsylvania

Turnpike. And so I drove from State College to Ft. Littleton, and

then headed eastward on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. On the east side

of the three tunnels, I recorded the photographs, because the sun was

lighting the mountains from that direction.