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.
The thing on the right caught my eye, as I was walking past. The grill on top made me think that fire was involved in some way. The more I looked at it, the less I knew what it was or how it worked. And the more curious I got.
A while back, I had heard about some street work that was happening on our street. There were lots of signs up the days before, peppering much of the area near our house. Around 7:30AM or so, we started to hear the sound of an impact hammer, digging into the street.
I didn’t see any kids around, and given some of the water damage I spotted… my best guess is that this has been sitting for some time. Possibly left here the day before, on someone’s way home.
I spotted this the other day: two metal tracks, right in the middle of the floor. This is from the 56th street station, and I’ve passed it daily for many years now – and never really noticed it.