The Sitting Man

I am an early riser so am in the city long before my work day begins. I sit at the Daley Center on the steel tables with the umbrellas and journal or people watch or take pictures or all three. I find it is a great way to set the stage for my upcoming day. For…

Bike Day

Because there was a festival in my neighborhood and finding evening parking was going to be a major challenge, I had extra impetus to ride my bicycle (anyone hear a Queen song playing) to work. It’s a short 4.7 mile ride which gets me to the office faster than taking the local train. I rode…

Vintage Couple

Back in the day, a man and his horse defined the American West. In the city, horses have been replaced by cars, motorcycles, and bicycles. Chicago has a teeming bike population that includes this gentleman and his bike. Both are vintage models. Both are still serviceable. I never saw him actually mount his steed just…

Oasis

When I think of an oasis, I see sloping sand dunes, camels, palm trees surrounding glistening waters in the distance which may or may not be a mirage, and a near dead person in tattered white clothing crawling in vain  hopes of liquid relief. This image has been indelibly stamped into my brain from watching…

Focus

I like to set my glasses aside when sitting on the bench. My eyesight is good enough that they are not critical to seeing. Plus, the modern autofocus cameras don’t need human interaction so the difference between good eyes and bad eyes does not affect the focus.

Farmers Market

One day each week in the summer, there is a farmer’s market at the Daley Center in Chicago. A farmer’s market seems out of place amidst the massive concrete, steel, and glass structures. I expected the stalls would be filled with actual farmers selling their wares but it feels more like big business.

Monochrome Monday: Rose

A rose is beautiful whether it is in vivid color or drained of color in monochrome. The beauty is in its shape, the texture, the delicacy of the petals emerging from a stem covered in blood letting thorns. There is also beauty in its scent but that cannot be captured with modern cameras. The original…