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Happy labor day, everyone–a time to gaze at the heavens and enjoy what you see.
Visitors browse the art in a cavernous lounge at the Union League Club, where pictures are stacked up on its walls.
Just back from a weekend away in Michigan. . . in the meantime here is a color variation on one of my pictures of the forest floor.
Once you notice them, they are everywhere. Columns, with varied capitals. Corinthian, Doric, Ionic, even some they didn’t teach you in elementary school. I love these old-time building facades, with their heavy, overdone, enthusiastic quality.
This one is the base of the Edison Building, on Adams. The whole building is covered with patterned brick and stone, elaborate arches and columns, even some fancy stone medallions up top.
This photograph has been given a ‘watercolor’ effect.
To walk this stretch of park is to tread the very fringes of the city. To the left of the park, with its driving range and harbor, lie only the ribbon of Lake Shore Drive and the Lake. From the right, across the park’s patchy dimness, lights from the nearest congested neighborhood stream. In the funny glow of the clouds, the lives of the millions who dwell here are implied.
This photograph has been given a diffusion effect.
Out in Michigan, we can see the stars. On our dark street, cars seldom pass, leaving us free to stand out in the middle, craning our necks, slowly revolving, in awe of the starry skies we can see through the trees.
Last night, I took my camera, feeling I was foolish but knowing it does well in low-light conditions. Here are some of my pictures in their original states, and after adjusting for tone, color, and contrast in Photoshop.
The wonder of color so unleashed made me marvel all the more at what Van Gogh, with his artist’s eye, could see directly. He understood the wonders of color and light, apprehending their magical dance in a black-and-white sky.