While visiting my sister-in-law in Chicago I wandered the city looking for interesting light and landscapes. The thing that always surprises me about big cities is how you can sometimes walk just a few blocks and go from hustle and bustle to quiet tree-lined streets and green spaces; no traffic, no crowds, just pockets of urban tranquility. Lincoln Park, which is an area of the city but also a wonderful park on Lake Michigan, exemplifies that.
I spent a morning waiting for the fog to lift along the lake. It never really did, but the half-skyline it created offered a unique view of the city.
You have to take in a Cubs game if you’re visiting the north side. I’m used to the bleachers being some of the less desirable seats, but at Wrigley they’re the place to be, whether you’re into heckling opposing players or watching homerun balls sail onto Sheffield Avenue.
Every time I visit Chicago I’m captivated by the areas under the ‘L’ overpasses, whether it’s the light created by the spaces between the tracks or the people strolling underneath or the crooked street signs, it just appeals to me visually.
