Thank you, everyone, for making March the best month on my blog so far. Thanks to all, near and far, who are reading and following. Your participation is a powerful source of strength. All the best, Celia
The pillar grins at night
Pretty much everything in Millennium Park is kitsch rather than art, in my opinion, excepting perhaps the Lurie Garden. The ickiest elements in the Park are the two “interactive” light pillars that are part of the Jaume Plensa-designed Crown Fountain. The fountain is unquestionably a big crowd pleaser, with its no-holds-barred water attraction, but the…
A backward glance
Heading out of town, Celia looked back to see her city. The old and new skyscrapers ringing the park, the curve of the Drive like a turning page. Since then, the snow has melted. Perhaps winter has left town, too.
Turning the calendars
I still buy old-fashioned paper calendars for my home and office, ending up this year with three lovely ones, all designed by small US companies. Yesterday I turned their pages to the new month. At the office, I have a ‘cities’ calendar from the Rifle Paper Co.. Paris is, of course, the city of the…
The photographer of Grant’s statue
Shall Celia become famous for her photographs of Grant’s statue? It’s scarcely likely. Isn’t it wonderful, though, when a subject of interest identifies itself, and the two of you become acquainted? Celia imagines the body of her future photographs of Grant and his horse Cincinnati spread out around her, showing them at different times of…
Back to work
Celia relishes the prospect of the ordinary: the wait for the train, the interminable commute, the office routine—all welcome after the hullabaloo of a week filled with special days and the extraordinary currents of joy, suffering, doubt, and celebration they bring. Like the earth, we struggle to be fully alive, though, when we are, it’s…
Today
Peace and joy to all! Celia
Innocent delights
When she has an excuse, Celia visits the Teuscher chocolate shop in the 900 North building. In addition to selling the most beautiful chocolates, the store is decorated like a spring bower.
Old and new life, on Easter Even
The culmination of Holy Week is Easter, a celebration of new life and new beginnings. The Jesus story is a shattering of the normal rules of nature, a story of dramatic and revelatory transformation, a once-and-for-all event altering human history. Observances run the gamut: zealots get nailed to the cross, schoolkids break out of school,…
Pretties
The Lincoln Park Conservatory being primped in preparation for the Easter Flower Show. Hothouse beauties.
Germans
The coming of spring has made me strangely nostalgic for the passing season. Nostalgic, yes; nostalgic for a season that wasn’t—for we didn’t really have a winter to speak of. The season was dry, with precious few days when one could go out and snap a picture like this. Regardless of the possible merits of…
Dawn
Like a big book opening on many stories . . .
