Archive for ‘Lincoln Park’

February 9, 2013

Sunset from the rooftops – wide

I stumbled upon this late-December photo while clearing out some things that were cluttering my desktop. Something else likely caught my attention and I ended up too busy or overwhelmed to find my way back to it at the time. I’ve posted three times prior from this location and twice from this vantage point, but the others were more claustrophobic. This shows more of the natural view back to the city from Lincoln Park with a nice, warm sunset to brighten an otherwise cold evening.
Sunset from the rooftops - wide
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October 15, 2012

The ceiling of St. Clement

This was my view on Sunday. I’d never been inside St. Clement Church before – only walked past it – and it’s really cool inside. I can’t believe it’s not even 100 years old. The whole time I had the English nursery rhyme “Oranges and lemons, the bells of St. Clements” going through my mind. This is probably not the appropriate tune for a baptism.
The ceiling of St. Clement
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October 12, 2012

Alexander Hamilton in his place

I always found Alexander Hamilton to be a contradicted mess. Something about him bothered me. I think he lacked consistency or deviated from his path too often. I can’t remember, really, but I like what they’ve done with him in Chicago. He’s stuck in the corner of Lincoln Park, soaked in gold with flowers pouring out around him in all directions. His view of the city is partially obscured by a hill. This has to be a joke.
Alexander Hamilton in his place
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October 6, 2012

Somewhere outside

Black-eyed Susans always remind me of a favorite song, making those understated flowers a welcome sight, especially when they’re glowing in the sun. Today I’m adding that twisted ditty to my inspiration page, where it deservedly goes (if you’re not up for the enjoyable banter off the top just click ahead to about the 1:12 mark). Black Eye by Uncle Tupelo was Jeff Tweedy coming of age as a songwriter. It’s the ultimate arrangement of embattled youth, sung as a stone-cold lament with the juxtaposition of a jangly guitar lilt. It’s an ironic song, one about obtaining that mark, for better but ultimately for worse, that makes you seemingly identifiable. Tweedy lets us know just how much worse it gets at the end:

When he realized that this one was here to stay / He took down all the mirrors in the hallway / He thought only of his younger face

Anyway, it’s incredibly sad and incredibly beautiful. I guess the scraggly nature of the flowers do the same for me. I hope you have a listen and like the photo.
Somewhere outside
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