Some of the sights you won't see by daylight - down town Chicago at night. Click on pics to view full-size.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
A Walk Along The Chicago River...
...and Clark the LaSalle. Been trying to catch Icarus & Daedelus in flight for several years now, finally got the right shot.
Dan
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Washington & Canal & Chicago River
Chicago Lyric Opera (Originally Civic Opera) and "Butterflies & Buffalo" exhibit at North Riverside Plaza. Olgilvie Train Station overpass at Washington & Canal, Syd Jerome clothing store, LaSalle & Madison.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
For The Greater Glory Of Iron And Smoke...
For The Greater Glory Of Iron And Smoke...
![[image] [image]](http://images.yuku.com/image/jpeg/77a1651432c26862049781d441df29e977d5bcde.jpg)
A bright moon floats over the lamps of the city,
Waning at two-thirds.
In silence I listen to the sounds of Summer in Chicago,
A cigar-puffing spectre on the wall in shadow.
Hip-hop plays to vacant tables on a deck washed in the soft glow of orange party lights,
A black hole of festive potential.
Angry voices fighting at One AM down the street,
A midnight-chasing chopper rumbles by mounted by a white tee shirt and shades with a mass of back-flowing hair,
Taxis hiss their hunting tires down empty streets searching for lonely vampire stragglers.
I sip coffee and puff prayers to heaven,
Dreaming of freedom,
To me embodied in whirling pedals glinting in sunshine,
Half a day away.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/27/2013
![[image] [image]](http://images.yuku.com/image/jpeg/77a1651432c26862049781d441df29e977d5bcde.jpg)
A bright moon floats over the lamps of the city,
Waning at two-thirds.
In silence I listen to the sounds of Summer in Chicago,
A cigar-puffing spectre on the wall in shadow.
Hip-hop plays to vacant tables on a deck washed in the soft glow of orange party lights,
A black hole of festive potential.
Angry voices fighting at One AM down the street,
A midnight-chasing chopper rumbles by mounted by a white tee shirt and shades with a mass of back-flowing hair,
Taxis hiss their hunting tires down empty streets searching for lonely vampire stragglers.
I sip coffee and puff prayers to heaven,
Dreaming of freedom,
To me embodied in whirling pedals glinting in sunshine,
Half a day away.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/27/2013
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