After our meal, we decided to browse a bit at The Seminary Co-op. A few of the books outside caught our eye, and we decided to venture inside to look around more.
Nearby, about 4 feet away, I saw this. I’m all for some good graffiti, but I’m very much at a loss for what’s going on here. Random Google searches turn up very little.
Tonight, Liz called me over to the kitchen and told me to listen. We heard what sounded like a group of people singing.
Our walks have been a good thing, and a habit I hope we re-introduce into our lives. While we have retreated from the world this last year, the world still exists. And I’m realizing how much more intention is needed, for us to interact with it.
While I initially viewed the sculpture as odd, I had an unexpectedly quick and visceral feeling of offense, when I found out it had been vandalized several times. I’m still not sure if I like it or not as a work of art, but apparently I’m protective of it?
The birdbath snowcake, whose base is almost entirely covered. This cake is jsut about 100% icing, folks.
Liz, moments after saying “Come over here for a second.” And then failing to pull me into the snowbank.
On the way back, we passed by an office where I noticed some writing on the windows. The fact that the blinds were drawn made them stand out a bit more. They looked like chemical formulas/notations.
One thought I had, while working outside clearing snow: there are a few ways to look at the world. Through an adult’s eyes, the snow is a chore, a task that blocks the ability to do other things. Through a child’s eyes, the snow is a wonder, a marvel of nature, the elements rearranged in a way we infrequently see.
Even as I was feeling tired and sore, I tried to look at the snow with a sense of wonderment. Because it really was a fantastic sight to behold.
There isn’t much to this video. It’s just a snippet of the afternoon, standing on my front porch, as the leaves just seemed to pour down. A hint of fall, a signal of the cold to come.
A quiet, unassuming moment I felt worth capturing.
I’d seen a similar machine a few times along 53rd street (but that one was almost customized with White Sox branding), also filling up at a fire hydrant. I walked by, but after a few feet… turned around. I missed my chance to ask questions with the White Sox sweeper, and didn’t want to pass up this opportunity.
After putting up these signs, did the people who found the missing pet come back to remove the signs? Did the original owners get in contact with them? Did anyone ever get in contact with them? Is the found pet now a new family pet?
So many questions. So little closure.
“The helicopters you are hearing are from a police manhunt. A high speed chase ended at 55th and blackstone and is now a foot chase. 3 are in custody, 1 is at large, hiding in people’s backyards, and considered armed.
Stay inside and stay safe!”
Liz was out on the porch, and called out to me: “You should come out here, it’s a UPS party.” At first, I thought she meant we had a lot of packages on the porch. Once outside, I saw what she meant.