I've wanted to get back to Jim Thorpe for almost forever. It's been at least five years - and several cameras - ago. Thanks to the Palmerton Camera Club, I got up early on a Sunday to drive north and snag a good parking spot in the public lot; I ended up staying about twice as long as I had intended, because there's so much to see and because I wanted to get my money's worth for that parking. The Palmerton gang had hired the services of Tom Storm (and his bravely barefoot partner, Brie), to show us around town and be available for any photographic assistance, too. Tom, in turn, invited a friend of his, Jack, who was old enough to be Tom's grandpa and had enough stories about the town to keep us entertained for hours.
Of course, the architecture alone is astounding. (Can you find Santa Claus?)
Plenty of little shops, and where you have little shops, you have shopkeepers and shoppers. Here we have a notice board outside the cigar shop; I didn't look to see what he was changing, but there's probably a price list there and some suggestions on the latest product.
Of course, as luck would always have it, the best photo opportunities are on the way back to the car, where we found a troupe of Native American dancers in the square, outside the train station. Thank heaven for continuous mode, you know?
I have more Jim Thorpe images, but these are my four favorites. Maybe we'll get around to more as the week goes on. In the meantime, enjoy!