From the same vantage point as last night’s photo, this is turned looking slightly more easterly. The skyline from here varies so much, from the old buildings in the foreground, such as the Manhattan building which was built in 1889, to the 62 stories of One Museum Park, completed in 2008, with its blue top rising in the background.
As always, join me on Facebook : Twitter : Flickr
Lately I’ve attempted to resume my mission of exploring all of Chicago’s parking garages. Not only do I love me some concrete and asphalt, but they tend to provide some elevation and sometimes a unique view of the city. Such was the case with this garage I visited on the south side of the Loop, across from the Metropolitan Correctional Center. This strange triangular building is a federal penitentiary, housing many white collar inmates, both male and female. You can learn more about this place through this link.
I know I’ve been posting old photos lately, but stay tuned, this is just the beginning of a whole hopper full of new images.
And as always, join me on Facebook : Twitter : Flickr
With the lake swelling against the breakwaters here at the 31st beach, the floating layer of ice breaks up against the steel pilings. The texture of the ice added just enough to make the water look like something, and a time exposure helped to capture the swirling motion.
As always, join me on Facebook : Twitter : Flickr
With all the snow being predicted for Chicago tomorrow, I figured it was time to revisit a favorite winter time shot of mine. This is looking down Canal St. during the evening rush during one of the worst snow storms I can remember recently around here, December 2008. One of the particularly bad things about that storm was its timing, hitting right during the rush hour, bringing everything to a halt. You can see this in the photo below, as cabs, snowplows and pedestrians are struggling to get home, while a Metra train glides across Canal St. unhindered by the winter weather. Read the rest of this entry »
Slipping out of Union Station, one of the last runs for the night on the Metra Southwest Service is bound for Manhattan (the one in Illinois). Heading under a multitude of overhead signals guiding its path out of town, the train picks up speed and the conductor begins to collect tickets, his unmistakable figure (complete with hat) silhouetted in the rear window of the train car. Read the rest of this entry »
