As summer wanes, my heart grows heavy thinking of the end of barbecue season. This is a tribute to the men who have supplied me with outstandingly delicious grilled food this summer–thank you, guys!
The food trucks are coming
The city passed a law last year enabling more food trucks to operate on the streets. The licensing requirements are daunting, but some enterprises have met the challenge.
The 2-way bike lane
Last winter, South Dearborn in the Loop was reconfigured to make way for the first two-way bike lane in Chicago.
Celestial duck
Happy labor day, everyone–a time to gaze at the heavens and enjoy what you see. Best wishes, Celia
A rage for order
An outdoors, laid out according to plan, transitioning to fall with chrysanthemums. (Click image to enlarge.)
Rebecca Moy
Each month the Union League Club exhibits the work of a contemporary artist on its third-floor landing. The shows are usually of paintings, as many or few as can fit on the two walls set aside to accommodate them. Works are for sale and hang there for a month, creating favorable conditions for a low-key…
West Loop fever
Real estate in the West Loop is heating up, as many established and start-up tech firms move into the neighborhood.
Summer simplicity
As temperatures soared into the 90s the other day, women kept it sensible when it came to clothing.
Downtown market
On Tuesdays, the farmers’ market is downtown in the Federal Plaza. I tend to forget about it, but this morning I was late commuting to work and hit the market just as the noontime crowd was beginning to flow in.
Modern colonnade
I must say I’ve warmed to the modern colonnades that Mies van der Rohe designed into Chicago’s federal buildings. Yes, they lack the charming details and coziness that go along with classical stone porticos, but I enjoy being under these cavernous overhangs, and I like the way their plain black columns frame the views.
A summer circle: Celia turns 1
Thank you, everyone, for visiting and keeping me company during this, my first full year of blogging. (I think this is my 375th post but WordPress tells me this is day 365.) I have enjoyed sharing my everyday thoughts and hearing from you–may the circle be unbroken. With every good wish, Celia
Peach harvest
The peaches are ripe. Red Havens and other varieties are flooding into the markets, begging to be touched, to be sniffed, to be squeezed . . . gently. We comply, picking up the warm fruit, feeling its give, anticipating what the flesh will taste like. The juice runs over our hands as the peach is…
