Another person doing his thankless job and keeping all safe on the slick Chicago streets. This post is for those who do their job, not knowing who is noticing their hard work, “Thank you!”
These boys turned camera shy…
A recent trip to Chicago brought final death to my dslr camera. I fell first in Boston in October 2017 and ruined my zoom lens and then fell near Chicago’s Oriental Theatre… oh my face in the crowd! That was the final blow to the camera body. Possibly mine. I finally figured out it was the boots and since have thrown them into the garbage. They cost me much.
My 10 years of photography is possibly over. Undecided if i will buy a new camera since i use my iphone more often for pictures. The iphone has advantages like less bulk and no changing lenses. While limited in many ways, especially zoom.
In the end, discovering paint means i may do less photography. Transition produces many emotions. Am i ready for this?
Time spent with a friend is sweet. Shared treats. Shared tweets. At Cupitol, Downtown Chicago, 455 E Illinois Avenue. If you find yourself there, sitting…
consider visiting the Museum of Contemporary Art, a short 20 minute walk away. Along the edge of Northwestern’s college campus.
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this weekend in Chicago is invigorating. it’s cold and light snow fell. ice crusts the shore. broken spaces release the energy.
being with another person is confining. we rarely agree because i am slow, quiet and want to savor the feelings the sounds and sights produce. he is fast, loud and out of touch. annoyed by everyone and everything. but i managed to make him wait in the snow while i took a few pictures.
i am tired but a good tired. i am existing in a sacred place.
this Chicago visit was to see Rodin’s sculptures at the Art Institute. i have not completely digested the experience. his sculptures pull so much out of me. the locked cage, broken open. infiltration welcomed.
while at the Institute, we decided to check out more of the contemporary art and revisit a few favorites.
Energy and motion made visible – memories arrested in space –Jackson Pollock
The Key Jackson Pollock, 1946
Part of the Accabonac Creek series and a prelude to his drip paintings.
Number 17A Jackson Pollack, 1948
this. being surrounded by art. it all makes me jealous. i want to paint. i imagine myself painting. i feel my body shifting, as i lift the brush. the canvas never stationary and neither am i. the color calling. my hips sway and i feel eyes watching me. i want to be bold but gravity keeps me from flying.
City Landscape Joan Mitchell, 1955
a close-up of the favorite place i would reside in Joan’s landscape. a happy place indeed. certainly lost but found to me. splashes of red, pink… orange. Enveloped by reality of black, white, grey, brown… blue.
yes, i am referring to myself. after all, borderline crossing is all about me. my willingness to share a glimpse of me, with you. tear a piece off and toss it. wait. scrutinize your intentions.
we all need order to heal the crags of depression that consume. perhaps we are all lost in Joan’s landscape. hanging around the wrong colors. worshipping the pain in our lives. i am learning to cross the river and enjoy the other side.
If you are ever in the River West neighborhood visit Windy City Cafe at the corner of Milwaukee Ave and May Street. The food is absolutely phenomenal. Their biscuits and gravy with fried chicken, fruit plate and banana nut bread french toast….oh my. I am positive anything on their menu is worth trying. Happy travels, J
6/11/2017 6:30pm How will they perform Raja, the Genie, Flying Carpet? Oh, will they have a real monkey Apu? And an elephant in the parade?
🐒 🐘 🐯 Jasmine and Aladdin ❤️
6/12/2017 7:00am Having watched the Disney animated version numerous times, my youngest daughter and I came to Chicago with wanting something similar in the Live! version. Our preconceived notions put us mentally at a disadvantage but the imaginative cast and crew put on a marvelous production.
The set was vibrant and glittery, Genie was intoxicating, the dance numbers stunning and the flying carpet was magical. We both ended up in a whole new world!
The Cadillac Palace Theatre is itself a stunning production. Absolutely beautiful!!
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love! ~ Hamilton Wright Mabie
There was a hypnotic freezing coursing through the air. At the top of the stairs, faint music and mumbled voices brought many a stranger a Christmas wish for what most civil beings long; love!
I gathered with others to watch the ice skaters. I felt a bit intrusive taking the video but eager to capture the pleasure of a heart warming moment, so I continued, in hopes a Chicago Christmas spirit burns throughout 2017.
Christmas morning lasts as long as any other morning; time never lasts long enough. The climax of this holiday spirit, from Thanksgiving until Christmas Eve has settled in. The faces gathered around the cheer have faded. The warmth turnedfrigid. The precious moments never last long enough. I must say it is tears of sadness I shed and with a bitter thought I soil my mind.
Chicago, set my heart on fire
walking the barefoot streets
sand between the toes
across oceans our minds to meet.
Chicago, cool my passion
windy city blows my mind
this girl and that guy
floating on the surf tonight.
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