Spotted this small little switch/box, on the side of the Metra train that arrives across from our platform each morning. There’s a predictable cadence to the trains that show up before ours (an express whooshes by, the South Shore stops, and this guy pulls up across the way).
Today, as I was walking through, I spotted some of the in-progress decorations and holiday prep. The sight of this enormous wreath, leaning on a small scissor lift, was a humorous juxtaposition of the seasonal and the mechanical.
Spotted this while walking to work. It’s been sitting in a nearby apartment complex lot for some time, at least since the Spring of this year. The windows have been open, and I think it’s seem more than one thunderstorm.
The fog added a sense of uncertainty to things: our commute was familiar, but slightly off.
The web itself stretched like a large triangle, from the green light pole to the white, plastic pole near the crosswalk. It was like a massive, invisible flag.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say this thing was angling to catch a small child in this thing.
I think Liz and I both spotted this at the same time. There’s a block that we walk down that has various flowers along the way.
I used to look at the world through a different lens back then, seeing shadows and movement. Wondering how I might recreate a certain instance or effect in Flash. I’d be taking the Blue Line to or from work, and the rapid shimmer of light within the train car made me think about keyframes and masks.
In the building where I work, there are a set of elevator banks that take me to my floor. In each of the four elevators (on my side of the main lobby), every single loving one of them has at least two or more visible screws missing.
Spotted this guy on my car, early in the morning circa 7:00 AM. I pulled in late last night, and over what seems like a small number of hours… this small guy created this large bit of work. Which I then promptly destroyed, as I drove off to get my morning coffee. The way of the world, I suppose. But…
Most days, I tend to be worried about getting to work on time. But after the talk, I hung back a little and opted to wait until others got off the train. I was fighting muscle memory in some aspects, but it also felt like the right thing to do.
And more than that, I began thinking about how long someone must have or own a flag, to have given it such use, that its age and state was such that it would require destruction. I began to think less about how frequent that might be, and the time needed for a flag to reach such a state. How long must it have flown? That context changed my way of thinking.
Spotted this on the way in to work. They’re working on fixing up the street near our house, and this section appears to be… core samples? Tests? Not really sure, but it looked like some kind of test or QA thing.
I have this general sense that I need to hurry and get X done by a certain time. Or that we need to arrive at X location before a certain time. That there is some giant clock ticking in the background, and we need to finish whatever we’re doing before some alarm goes off.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe someone’s cologne or perfume. But then I kept staring at it, wondering What type of liquid would someone need to carry around in a vial that size?
Spotted these on the way to work, near Daley Plaza. While they looked quite beautiful to me, there’s a part of me that feels some sadness in that their journey got interrupted. That these guys were headed elsewhere, but for the trees.