At the farmers’ market, balls of mums about to burst into color.
Mums
An old-world watchtower
Yesterday we drove out into the country to visit a farm in McHenry County. Just outside Marengo, on Route 20, we saw a mysterious old watchtower right by the road.
Sunday in McHenry County
Nothing doing, but waiting for the corn to dry or the rain to fall.
That Lower Wacker feeling
Taking Lower Wacker is something insiders do. It’s efficient but vaguely creepy, too. The subterranean atmosphere, weird light, and ancient metal and grime offer a sharp rebuke to the picturesque sights spinning past on the surface streets and the Drive. A blessed escape from tyranny of the grid, the old-time oddness of Lower Wacker is…
An odd duck, for now
He had the good sense to be hiding in the shadows. The ugliest duck I ever saw. What’s more, three other equally ugly ducks were parked on the log beside him, their fear and embarrassment almost palpable.
Summer, gone too soon
With the rain that fell yesterday, the last of summer washed away.
Cal’s Liquors in transition
Cal’s Liquors, at 400 S. Wells, has been closed for many months. I’ve been waiting with trepidation to see whether this old, iconic, one-story building would be demolished.
Community garden
It’s a shame that community-gardening has never gained a foothold on Chicago’s north side.
Midtown morning
The day after the party, I drove up to the Twin Cities to visit my parents and sister, while my husband flew to Seattle to visit his mother. Every time I go to the Cities, I stay in a different hotel. This time I stayed at the Sheraton Midtown, which agreed with me. I particularly…
The night of two moons
A friend who lives on the topmost corner of a west loop building invited us to a party marking the end of summer. A forecast of rain filled us with trepidation–we were hoping to sit out on the balcony.
Button wall
In the notions department of Vogue Fabrics, an emporium of treasures for people who sew.
