No matter how your try to spin this, no parking means no parking. To that person's defense, if they made that sign any smaller no one would ever knew it was there.
At least one being does not heed the warnings and obey the rules of Chicago's traffic management department. I see the spider almost every morning, sun tanning and enjoying the morning, probably after a hefty nightly feast full of fat mosquitoes.
Like any other city, parking in Chicago is sometimes hectic and banged up and scratched bumpers are a natural byproduct of that culture. Disclaimer: does not apply to the cars in this picture (they've dutifully paid), but as I walk around the city, sometimes I come across cars who have entire stacks of orange envelopes... Continue Reading →
Now here is a shot of the Merchandise Mart you normally would not see. Taken through a window of a parking garage across the street, this perspective shows the back of this colossal building, which is often overlooked, yet equally majestic as the front. Ricoh GR, native JPG from the camera with no post-processing.
#SeeingRedSeries Just mere couple blocks south of the Board of Trade (seen in the background) there is this gigantic mural, right over a parking lot. Looks like a caveman lost in deep thought, if you ask me, but who knows. It may as well be some random dude trying to remember where he left his... Continue Reading →
Still trying to decide whether I walked, shuffled or skated from my car to the train platform. After the bone-chilling polar vortex cold of almost -50F windchill, then jumping to 51F four days later, you thought you've seen it all. Until today's ice storm followed by a blustery whiteout outside my window. That groundhog was... Continue Reading →