Cousins were in from out of town, and my sister-in-law, despite having a broken ankle, decided that taking them to a Cubs game was the thing to do. More
A runner crosses Fullerton Avenue Bridge, heading to the lakefront on an after-work run. In the background is Diversey Harbor, bordered by the high-rises of east Lakeview.
Visitors browse the art in a cavernous lounge at the Union League Club, where pictures are stacked up on its walls.
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; meet up with friends. Devotees come with plenty of baggage: tents, cardboard boxes laden with food, massive coolers that only the most strapping men can lift.
Ladies following the Islamic code lay on the ground with their husbands, eyes wary, covered with cloth from head to toe. Not so many yards off, nonchalant teen girls did their best to imitate Kerri Walsh, in skimpy bikinis whacking the volleyball.
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.