Hats off to you, Ramani Asait. I hope some day in the future, when you Google your name, you stumble across this small tribute to you monster. Well done, sir.
On the way in to work yesterday, I happened to be sitting in the frontmost car. We were stopped for a long while, just as we were entering Millennium Station. In fact, we were stopped so long… I decided to amble over to the front window, just to take a peek at the station.
But this? I’m… not really sure what happened here. Or whether the prior owner is coming back? Though I’d really love to know what led up to this moment. Hats off to the polite person who decided to hang this thing up on the fence, just in case.
Another day of longer commuting – this time, I got dropped off at Dune Park to catch an early train in to Chicago.
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.