Trying to keep my head above water here, so here are just some quick tidbits. First, a couple pictures from the neighborhood.
Loyola pier, my most frequent subject.
I'm on this beach basically every day of my life; it's where I've walked my dogs since I moved back here. Recently one of the big local magazines asked me if they might be able to use one of my pier shots in a piece; what a thrill, to get an email like that. Unfortunately I didn't have the original image any more, just some low-res upload of it.
When Ranger the Dog died, I sat on this very spot and spelled her name out with rocks and pebbles, and watching the waves take away the rocks over the next couple of days helped me say goodbye to that great dog.
Here's Morse Station, on the Red Line.
When it's really cold, the sky over this well-lit station is intensely blue just before full darkness descends. I always loiter a while just to take it in.
Here's a strange clip I took while driving. I narrate, as well. I have to commute up to the north shore every day, and sometimes I take Ridge north to Oakton, or sometimes all the way up to Wilmette. Ridge Road is a CTA route; it's Bus 206, the "Evanston Circulator," and let me tell you there is a long-standing war between the 206 drivers and everyone else.
Ridge Road is just too narrow to be a four lane road with bus stops, that's the main problem. The CTA drivers have figured out that the safest thing for their passengers (I guess) is to turn Ridge into a three-lane road. And this is what that looks like. Ridge is actually a boulevard, not a road, but I've never heard anyone refer to it as such.
I've seen people in the mornings create near-disaster head-on collision situations trying to get past the 206.
That's all I've got. I miss writing, gotta get back to it after this dark period of employment-related misery passes.