I’ve done enough apartment hunting to know that typically, some realtors will leave keys to an apartment unit in locks in this manner. In an interesting twist: these locks contain keys. I find that really silly, the more I think about it.
I was kind of surprised by this, and got a slightly better photo. It made me think that the two of us, though separated by our species, have our little patterns and routines.
I took a few photos, but stood still for fear I’d scare them away. And it’s a good thing I did, because the moment I took one step closer towards them… they immediately flew off.
Saw this guy coming down the street a yesterday, and I was so in awe… I wasn’t able to get out my phone in time. I snapped a picture, but only after he had almost rounded the corner.
Some days, I’ll happen to be among the first people off the train, when it arrives at Millennium Station. And among those rare moments, sometimes I’ll be the first person who gets to the ramp that leads from the train platform, up to the main waiting room area.
On my walk to work this morning, I spotted a strange sight: a policeman, holding one of those mirrors on a stick (the kind you see in the movies, where they’re checking for bombs underneath cars). He was walking around the building at Washington and Clark, looking behind all the flower planters that were situated about seven or eight feet above the sidewalk.
This week has been an interesting one, in that by tomorrow… I’ll have been working in three different offices within the span of four days. Now that I’m back in Chicago, I have a different commute than the one I’ve had for the last five years.
For those that don’t ride the Metra often, there was a big announcement in the earlier part of the year, saying that the cash-only ticket machines would be discontinued. With the Ventra mobile app (circa 2015), customers have taken to purchasing tickets via their devices over using these standalone machines.
Spotted this while standing on the Metra platform. My first reaction was “cool!” My second was to grab my camera and snap a picture of this thing as it was barreling down the gravel along the Metra tracks.
Spotted this on the way to work, and I have to say… I’m stumped. I assume the same person placed these items here, and I’m trying to figure out any kind of narrative that connects them.
Got lost in thought for a few minutes, last week, while waiting for the Metra to arrive. I was looking up, and enjoying the outline of the wires against the sky.
Spotted this while walking to work. At first I thought the car on the far right was being a jerk, and crept up on the car in the middle.
When reading this, I didn’t even register the whole ‘seat belt’ thing. I took the word “buckle” to mean “succumb/acquiesce.” My immediate thought was “Good lord, what kind of draconian parenting advice is this…”
On the way home, we walked by the Hyde Park Garden Fair – which wasn’t open yet, but was being prepared for opening day.
It was nice being in the city so early. Even though it was a solid three hours earlier than I’m usually around downtown, the city was still full of joggers and pedestrians, mothers with baby strollers, people clutching large cups of coffee.