Today our niece was married in a beautiful open-air ceremony. The day was hot, and the stylist persuaded CC at the last moment to have her hair put up, its thick coils enhancing the dignity of an already impressively radiant bride. Seeing her so transformed into maturity and entering gracefully into this important commitment marked…
The ordinary hotel
More restful than the most luxurious spa are the ordinary hotels of some Massachusetts towns. Many sit on large tracts of land, with mature trees and perennial beds, lawns mown with the precision devoted to baseball fields. A morning stint by the pool might include the songs of real birds or a turtle-sighting. Precisely because…
Forms of life
A small girl in pink crocs flits past a tree that probably dates from colonial times. Over the centuries, its roots have painstakingly spread from its massive trunk, while generations of humans have beaten a path around it. A parade of humanity has intersected with this tree over time. Imagine the ghosts!
Returning to earth
When it comes to flying, the return to earth is what I like best. Then, the fretfulness I’ve struggled to subdue during my flight is buried in curiosity. An eagerness to be reunited with my planet takes over. As a detailed view of human life crystallizes, feelings of gratitude, relief, and wonder prevail. I love…
Conditions at O’Hare
An old el station
In the Loop, there are several “L” stations that haven’t been thoroughly modernized: the station at La Salle and Van Buren is one; this one at Randolph and Wabash is another. The steel bones of the stations are the same as when they were built around 1900. The old wooden benches and the shape of…
Twilit Trump
As I walked in a darkening park, the Trump gleamed with the gathered brilliance of an invisible sun.
Sunday in the park
Humans have changed little since the nineteenth century when George Seurat lived and painted his masterpiece. This image has been pointillized. Click image to enlarge.
One weekend in June
I decided to accept the invitation of a fellow blogger to post an entry about our weekend. It resulted in a post much longer than usual, but it was fun to do. I hope you find it interesting to read. SATURDAY There were flowers to arrange for Father’s Day. My husband, who loves flowers, had…
Montrose Avenue Beach
Celia loves going to the everyman beach between Montrose and Foster. This is where the landscape opens up and buildings recede, taking a back seat to the expansive beauty of the lake and sky. Thousands of people flocked to the beach and surrounding park yesterday to fish, picnic, sun, play beach volleyball, test the waters;…
Blue
I love seeing the boats returning to the Lake. The harbors are full. And the weather yesterday was decent enough to bring out many sailors. Seeing their craft out on the water is a joyful thing.
The fisherman
His back turned on a crowded park, the fisherman enjoys what passes for solitude. Before him are immensities with which to commune.
