Walking along the North side of Roosevelt road between the blue line train and Columbus Ave, I encountered the word imagine carved into the stones at our feet. Not only was the word imagine carved but so were other words but it was ‘Imagine’ that captured my attention. It was only ‘Imagine’ that I photographed.
Imagine, for me, defines a generation, my generation, a generation raised on the music of the Beatles, the lyrics penned by John Lennon. In one song, he called to task the many human constructs (religion, countries, possessions) that separate humans rather than bring us together.
Imagine all the people sharing all the world….