Outside the Hilton Compounds

After being cooped up for the last 48hours in the interns workroom that could easily be mistaken as a news media sweat shop, I needed to break free.


Steeping out onto 2nd Street the warm May breeze instantly revitalized my senses. I felt like I had been imprisoned for decades and had forgotten what it was like to be on the outside. Maybe it was the over exposure to florescent lighting or the hours spent staring at a computer screen, but the sun never looked so good.

As I strolled around the streets I quickly noticed Harrisburg’s love of fire hydrants. Signs encourage visitors to take pictures as if it were a rare celebrity sighting. Here the hydrants aren’t just where dogs mark their territory, but an art exhibit. Last year local artists decorated 59 hydrants as part of a beautification project in Downtown Harrisburg.