On the way to work
Marilyn lives.
Marilyn lives.
Something about broken or forgotten jewelry. It just gets me every time.
Saw some kayaks on the Chicago River. Or, as Justin and Chris put it: one real kayak, one fake kayak.
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…
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…
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…
You Are Beautiful.
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…