At a distance, it looked like it might have been embroidery. But getting closer, it appeared to be a lot of markers. I was really quite baffled as to what this could be or mean.
Spotted this door on my walk to work this morning. The temporary wooden door (with stuffing where the handle should be) is what caught my eye initially. But as I looked more, I started seeing a whole host of squares and rectangles surrounding the entrance.
Liz and I spotted these trees last week, wrapped and seated on the back of a truck along 55th street.
Last week, I happened to walk a slightly different way to work and stumbled across a very new-looking stand at the corner of Randolph and Wabash. As it turned out, this was an old newsstand that had been converted over to a e.a.t. spot – serving up healthy snacks and food.
Spotted this guy on the way to work. There was an assortment of items (a discarded suitcase, along with some books and newspapers) left near 54th street. On closer inspection, I realized that the book on top was a Bible (but had a swastika adorning the edge).
Spotted this guy on my walk to work, near the corner of Washington and Wabash. I don’t run across that much street art on my walks anymore, but this guy kind of caught my eye as I was waiting for the light.
Spotted a few discarded umbrellas, on the way in to work this morning. What stopped me in my tracks was the one umbrella, stuffed into the garbage – likely in a fit of frustration and anger. I would love to have seen the person who, very clearly, reached some kind of breaking point when their umbrella… also reached its breaking point.
On walking out to our car this morning, I spotted a smiley face in Bob and Julie’s car – a combination of early morning condensation and a little reflection. To me, it looked like the car was smiling – which in turn made me smile.
Spotted this Chicago Tribune truck, on my way to work yesterday morning. It was out delivering papers, but what caught my eye was the text near the bottom of the truck, by the tires.
A thought I had seeing this was: “I should know what this means.” How many different skies have each of us seen, in our lifetimes? I feel I should be able to better understand what cloud formations mean, given how many I’ve seen.
On my way to work, I happened to look up and saw this enormous tree on the rooftop at Block Thirty Seven.
From time to time, there are large freight trains that kind of just “sit” at the 53rd street Metra stop. I don’t know if they’re paused here momentarily, but on occasion they seem to be here for a few hours (in my mind, the driver’s thrown on some blinkers, and has stopped off for lunch somewhere nearby).
Walking to work today, I noticed that the large billboards near the Logan Blue Line stop were, once again, totally empty. Not two weeks ago, there was actually an ad populating one of the spaces, after almost two years of just being blank.
This morning, I decided to splurge a little bit and went to Starbucks for a coffee. Since I ordered a latte, they asked me for my name. On arriving back at my desk, I noticed they had gotten my name wrong. Swing and a miss, folks.
This morning, on our way to work, Liz and I ran into a delay on the Blue Line. Normally, these aren’t any big deal (delays happen all the time, and the lines usually pick up fairly quickly). But today was different. In addition to the platform being packed, both the North and South-bound trains were sitting at the Logan Square stop… and both trains looked to be completely devoid of power.