A spirit of enjoyment hung over the South Pond this weekend.
If only Hopper were here
New Buffalo on a nearly deserted day.
My mysterious antique bed
Back in February, I saw this beautiful antique bedstead out in Michigan, and, being what is disparagingly called a “brown furniture” fan, I bought it. I measured it first, to make sure it was the right length for a standard twin bed, but then, being sure it would work out, I bought it. I’d got…
Spring people
Spring transforms the Chicagoan.
Along the way
The road carries us out of the city, away from the garbage, the crowds, the harsh and thick buildings
Turning the seasons with Chagall
I found myself in the vicinity of the Chagall mosaic yesterday, where office workers had spilled out onto the bank plaza to enjoy the nearly warm spring day.
Over the south pond
Suddenly, the pace of spring is accelerating. We have finally past the tipping point I wrote about last year. From the bridge over the South Pond, a red-carpet view of the city in spring, with the willows finally beginning to green.
One Chicago spring morning
Consigned
Browsing
In the Orchid House
There were tiny yellow and burgundy orchids.
To the pier
Yesterday was mild and glorious in Chicago. The temperature rose, the air was warm, the Lake was luminous and placid.
