In her new book, Sarah Kaufman distills an endless summer in the Wissahickon

The bitter cold temps earlier this month produced Philly’s coldest two-week stretch in 38 years, freezing nearly all of the area’s waterways solid. Brad Maule donned several layers to photograph the icy scenes all over the city

Long before chicken and waffles took hip restaurant menus by storm Philadelphia was famous for the meal’s precursor, catfish and waffles, served at inns and taverns on the banks of the Wissahickon Creek and the Schuylkill River. Harry K. sets the table and serves us up a heaping plate of local culinary history

There’s nothing quite like the silent magic of the city during a full-on blizzard, is there? Daily co-editor Brad Maule spent most of this past weekend outside—half in Mt. Airy and Germantown, half in the Wissahickon—and came away with a slight yearning for Center City. Bring your snow shoes along for this photo essay

“Notorious” Devil’s Pool? The most beloved place in the Wissahickon may suffer abuse and indignity every summer, but they are no match for its beauty and physiologic significance. Brad Maule defends the natural landmark

Today is Earth Day and Bradley Maule has a bone to pick with Philadelphia. He just spent 52 weeks picking up our litter in the Wissahickon Valley and his collection isn’t pretty. His evocative environmental art installation, One Man’s Trash, opens today, April 22nd, at the Fairmount Water Works Interpretive Center. HC co-editors Michael Bixler and Maule caught up to get into some trash talk.

Though last month’s Storm of the Century resulted in little else than a dusting and forecaster embarrassment, this winter has meant serious business. Thanks to the brutal recent cold snap, Philadelphia has had its coldest February in over 30 years. Top the frozen landscape with 4-6″ of Saturday’s surprise snowfall, and the big city turns to Currier & Ives. Brad Maule tips his cap to the old romantics with this snowy walk through Fairmount Park

As gorgeous a landscape as the Wissahickon Creek carves through Philadelphia, it couldn’t possibly begin its journey to the Schuylkill as an inlet from a shopping mall parking lot. Could it? Brad Maule heads to the suburbs to find out