plantings

Summer lawns

Summer lawns

The suburbs sustain their own landscape aesthetic, different from that of the city or country.  Whenever I visit my brother, who lives in a sweet subdivision in Palatine, I realize how much I crave those expanses of lawn and the calming sight of manicured bushes and sheltering trees.  Like many city-dwellers, I grew up in the suburbs, a habitat I nostalgically associate with order and peace.

Summer Flashed Past

Summer Flashed Past

Yes, I’m one of those people who saw summer from a city bus.  Sure, I grabbed a few nice country days, but I missed so much!  As my bus crept down the Avenue the other day, I admired the beautiful planters, and thought longingly of the Lichtenstein exhibit at the Art Institute, which I had yet to see.  (And didn’t see—it ended Monday.)

The idealist in me wishes to walk all around the city photographing the mature planters.  It would probably take days, but the wish is there, the wish to pay homage to the beauty of summer.

This photograph has been photoshopped using the “watercolor” effect.
It was a way to dignify a photo taken through the window of a city bus.