Posts Tagged "on the way to work"

On the way to work

Just saw these for the first time today. On a side note: this is on a street where I used to live (Honore), and the mural is on the wall of a restaurant right across the street from the building where I lived. My first meal as an official Chicagoan was at this restaurant (although it’s currently “Las Palmas” and…

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On the way to work

This would be the third such image on my street. I don’t really believe in omens. But some days, it feels like the universe is trying to send a clear message that turning around and going back to bed might be a good idea. Poor guy. All he’s missing is a tiny, pigeon chalk outline. I’m fairly certain whoever did…

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From Really Far Away

On the way to work this morning, I noticed a somewhat nice envelope opened with a lot of footprints on the ground. I didn’t think much of it. A bit farther down the road, I noticed someone’s bank statement scattered in a flowerbed. Didn’t think much of it. On the way home, I saw the same envelope and I decided…

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This Morning

I was walking down North Avenue, on my way to work. I had my iPod with me, and I found myself incredibly happy to be back in Chicago. I was literally strutting (STRUTTING) down the street. I felt great, and I attribute most of how I felt to how much sun I got over the past few days. Everywhere I…

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Adaptation

On the way to work, I happened across this bit of snow, tucked into the corner of a building. I kept on walking and about 30 feet later, turned around and pulled out the camera. For some reason, I found this image particularly captivating. It made me think about flexibility, and about how sometimes the best solution is to adjust…

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On The Way To Work

Today was the kind of cold Chicago day your mother warned you about. I woke up and shivered around the apartment a bit. After doing a quick spot-check of the windows (which seem to be holding up ok), I found that the door in the living room was leaking cold. I’m talking a stream of cold air like a hose….

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Painters

On my way to work, I noticed two men painting part of the bridge on Wells. I stopped, and asked if I could take their pictures. At first, they were both a bit wary. But after assuring them of my good intentions, they relented. As I was setting up, the gentleman on the right started to try to spur his…

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