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 many hours of Saturday cartoons growing up. Saturday cartoons were a ritual for my brothers and I as we fought over the one TV which held our rapt attention as we scooped sugar coated cereal into our mouths.

Chicago has a vast oasis of water surrounding the concrete jungle with it’s soaring skyscrapers and always rushing vehicles. The oasis is bordered by beaches which draw the natives almost as soon as the ice breaks for the warmer months. This one is the Ohio Street beach captured early on a Sunday bike ride.

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