Today is photo-blog day. Fewer words, thank you.
Instead, here are some photographs of Chicago in December.
I love Chicago. My kind of town. I’m so original today, eh? What was once swampland along Lake Michigan is now something utterly different.
Who doesn’t love the Bean in Millennium Park? It’s officially named Cloud Gate, but I can honestly say I have never heard a single person refer to it that way. Cloud Gate is a little “foo-foo” for something as fun as the Bean.
I don’t know much about architecture, but I appreciate it quite a bit. LaSalle Street, above is a lot quieter now, but as quaint as ever. When I finished my undergraduate degree, I landed an interview at Continental Bank. They occupied the last building on the left in the picture. Thankfully, I did not get the job. Things did not turn out well for the bank.
Someone once told me they’ll never make steel skyscrapers like this again. They said, “All-steel construction is too expensive.” Chicago is lucky to have them.
It is not only buildings that make this city beautiful. It’s the details. I love these tall fluffy grasses, spent and dried. They make a soft frame around the objects that comprise the Yvonne Domenge sculpture.
One of the best things about Chicago is what you don’t see: garbage. Chicago tucks its rubbish neatly in bins behind buildings in the maze of alleyways that snake through the city. There are no “put your garbage out to the curb” days in Chicago. Nice.
