Inside this global pandemic is a golden moment when we have the perfect excuse to be families, nothing more.
The river reflects the grey bark of the trees, and the sky, which is a dazzling, deep, violet-tinged blue.
As we prepare for an event we can’t begin to imagine, an invisible agent approaches, pushing out what was convenient, convivial, and carefree.
The thousands of stubby spring seedlings that the landscape crews planted are now fulfilling an anonymous designer’s vision.
It was an unexpected pleasure to see so many showy and unusual plants in one day.
Going into this small boxy building plunged me into a microcosm of Chicago where urgent, even desperate transactions were the norm.
Holy Name Cathedral will soon be an inconspicuous facade on a canyon-like street.
How different they are!
In the year or so since my last visit, this section of the Chicago lakefront has grown considerably more wild.
The chair was making my husband sneeze, and he was threatening to put it out at the curb.