Whenever there’s a strong rain (with strong winds), I tend to find discarded umbrellas on my way to work. And the funny thing is, whenever one person has discarded their umbrella – that act seems to attract or encourage others to do the same.
On the days when I get off at the Van Buren stop, I pass by this small little door at the base of the ramp. I always wonder what might be behind it, and always thought about pausing to take a photo.
Spotted this on my walk to work today. I found it unusual, as it kind of looks like a storage room – but it’s mostly just a bunch of plywood in a square, with no roof? And some foliage hanging over the top.
Spotted this on the way to work, yesterday. I saw the van go by at an intersection, but got stopped at the following light. Got close enough to snap a photo.
The conductor was on the phone/intercom, but was near the door (and possibly outside)… with the phone stretched taunt, all across the width of the train.
For me though, every time I see the same leaflets on every car… I think about how that’s exactly the sort of thing I’d do, if I were a professional car thief.
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.