Cloud 9 Rooftop Farm. Philadelphia, PA.

We’re wandering through a dark maze of a warehouse, down corridors and up flights of stairs, and it would be eerie if not for my jubilant companions. We emerge onto the rooftop, and it’s quite a scene–the light patter of rain, a vast, dark expanse, lights and traffic noise below, and puddles accumulating where the roof sags—but it wouldn’t much resemble my image of a farm if not for my guides, who lend me a bit of their imaginations.... Read More