Awilda, The Giant Head

I can’t seem to get enough of Chicago’s outdoor sculptures. Be in the Emerging Buddha heads along the Lake Front Path, the Wizard of Oz characters at Oz-Park, the video sculpture of people’s faces in Millennium Park or any of the countless other statues I discover on my meandering bike rides throughout the city. This…

Gourmet Caramel Apples

In my youth, caramel apples were an inexpensive treat we savored around Halloween. I remember peeling the plastic off the little Kraft cubes so my mom could throw them in a pan and melt them up for apple dipping. The package also contained the occasional chocolate cube which we ate with relish during the process. We always…

Chicago’s China Town

Growing up in the Southwest Suburbs, we almost never made the trek into ‘The City’ (aka Chicago). The rare times we did was because my mom needed to go to Sears to get something on sale. When you have 6 kids, sales are a life line. Being suburb bound, I was never aware of the many…

Contemplating Dry Paint

Growing up, art for art’s sake was not something I or my family valued. It was no where to be found in our lexicon.. I had a brother that could draw well and another that played the guitar but, as a whole, art was not something we as a family put much emphasis upon. We lived more practically…

Faces in the Crowd #3

Bodh Gaya, the place where Buddha found enlightenment, attracts more than just professing Buddhists. I saw Muslims, Christians, and Hindus as I believe this woman is. I wonder, if they could speak, what stories the lines on her faces would tell. Would they cry of pain? Would they whisper stories of love? Would they speak…

Faces in the Crowd #2

I am grateful I have a zoom lens for my camera as it enabled me to capture this curly haired gentleman from across the street. He was in the middle of the protest while I watched from the sidelines. (My choice to be on the sidelines instead of making my voice heard is a blog for…

Monochrome Monday: Faces in the Crowd

One of the great things about protests (from a photography point of view) is that they are charged with emotion and people wearing their emotions on their face can make for some interesting pictures. This gentleman was one of the protesters (I was glad to see there was diversity in the protester ranks). His face…