memories lash out
walking down the avenue
There is so much life here, no matter how you define it. Continuing our walk around Chicago, we arrived at Adams and Michigan, looking out at the life whizzing past and right in front of us as well, from the steps of the Art Institute. I got (hubby got) a shot of one of the doors, but it is shadowed by one of the two lions watching over the joint.
Across the street was Chicago Symphony Center, a really delightful building with many great details, including some verdigris filigree work at the sconces and the doors. With a little forethought, I would have taken a photo of the entire building, which is lovely at the top as well. Click on the photos below to enlarge them.
One last look south, and we descended the steps to turn north.
I do not attribute my photos often, because most of them are mine. A few are Mr. Street’s because he has a better camera and a longer lens. You can tell pretty much whose are whose, as I am enamoured with old architecture and take more pictures of people. He loves the shiny new buildings and finds all the green and wildlife he can in the city.
Speaking of which, a stone’s throw from the steps was a lovely walled garden with a combination of art and plants and flowers. It was a hot day and the green and shade was welcome.
I sat and scribbled and he went to take pictures of everything green, finding quickly that it was also a sanctuary of butterflies and bees. This one is his:
We walked a bit further after this rest in the garden, to Millennium Park. We part ways with our admiration of the artwork there, mostly because I appreciate more of the older art than the new, plus, honestly, the faces that move scare me.
On the other hand, I have to admire artists who have managed to please all ages, people from many countries, and also made the park interactive, especially in the summer when water is part of the picture. We had a sweet rest there before moving on. A man who was somewhat inebriated introduced himself and said it was his birthday. He was two years younger than I and looked kind of beat up. I suppose that could as easily have been me, considering my life choices during the 80’s and 90’s. Here are some more people that caught my attention:
Oh, and across the street were more doors. Why am I fixating on the doors, you ask? Because I am sharing this post with Norm’s Thursday Doors.
Here is a Starbucks door in the shadow of an el train passing overhead:
The Willoughby Tower is a grand 36 story Gothic building built in 1929 over what was originally the six-story Willoughby building. I understand there is a viewing tower on top, but I have not found out yet if the public is allowed up there.
Again, if you click on the photos, you can enlarge them.
Thank you for joining me on my walk through my favourite city. I hope to share more with you next week.