You photograph me, I photograph you

Girders

Scary

That pumpkin don't care that it's after Halloween.

Double Jointed?

Sleeping Trains

Don't Call It A Comeback

I been here for years.

Embiggen and turn your head to the side to see the logical version. It looks like an 1800's cityscape I think. You know, with some nuclear power reactors or missile silos.

Flowers and Lines

It Bends

A Conspicuous Walk to the El

This is where it started.



This was the impetus to leave.



The plants were floating.



Here was a place to rest, but it lay behind glass and electronic locks.



It is, isn't it?



Don't open this door.



It leads to a desolate stretch, and there is always the danger of feral dogs.



I found neither food nor happiness here.



These Schnausers were very tame.



I heard the train and sprinted for the El, but I was well behind, and just as I was about to give up, gasping, at the top of the stairs, a big man with a goatee stood between the doors so they couldn't close and I could board. This was the nicest gesture of the week. So I took a picture of CTA map.



Here is my couch. This is where the story ends.

Red and Black Tie Snake

Wilson Bridge, 12:45 P.M.

Why? Sparkles.

Classical Reprise

Chicago, January

Tree and Adam

Christmas revisited

Lincoln, facing north

Circles

Blizzard: The Stranger

Blizzard: High Snow

Blizzard: Postmortem

Blizzard: Prettyshapes

Blizzard: Alley

Blizzard: Wilson