Capture My Chicago

  • Morning Mist by David Royko

    Morning Mist

    As I walk to the train, someone is already arriving at work on a chilly morning, October 5, 2010, 6:49am.

  • Westbound on the border by David Royko

    Westbound on the border

    Lake-Cook Road, October 2, 2010.

  • Grass on the Plaza by David Royko

    Grass on the Plaza

    Their last chord in the air, bluegrass band The Henhouse Prowlers are applauded by the lunch hour crowd behind the Picasso.

  • Ommmm... by David Royko

    Ommmm...

    Facing East at the Deerfield Metra station, September 30, 2010, 7:03am.

  • 1 Moron + 1 Pay Phone = by David Royko

    1 Moron + 1 Pay Phone =

    I got up to my office at around 8:10 this morning. At 8:30, I got a call from a fellow-employee who said, "What's going on?!?" Seems around the time I got here, a bomb threat was phoned in to one of the downtown court buildings, and hence they weren't letting anyone up. Happily, it was a hoax. Unhappily, it's so easy to do.

  • A Joyful Noise by David Royko

    A Joyful Noise

    Drums and bugles blasting outside our office windows, and they sound (and feel!) wonderful.

  • A better (I hope) 3-4-5 above 7-11 by David Royko

    A better (I hope) 3-4-5 above 7-11

    The first two floors are a convenience store in this 5 story landmark building--Washington Block, at Wells and Washington--which, in 1874, was Chicago's tallest skyscraper. NOTE: This is a revised version, or actually, a less revised version. I messed with the color balance, meant to delete it but didn't and realized later I'd posted the blue one. Sorry!

  • As in a dream by David Royko

    As in a dream

    Fun with color and contrast turns Union Station into something vaguely nightmarish.

  • Not my problem by David Royko

    Not my problem

    Outside the County Building.

  • Echoes by David Royko

    Echoes

    Until 2004, the home of the Chicago Federation of Musicians, these days, 175 W. Washington looks empty and is up for sale, August 17, 2010, 7:38am. I remember "auditioning" (rat-a-tat-tatting on a rubber drum pad) in the building to join the union so my band could play the 1982 ChicagoFest.