Swans in Port
Wetlands off of 122nd & Torrence.
In a Community Garden teeming with other blooming beauties. (Click)
Sticks & Wire
And lithely wind-blown flowers in a Community Garden off of Woodlawn.
Sunflowers for Sunday
113th & Stony Island.
Beside Still Waters
Thoughts for Sunday. "He leadeth me beside the still waters" Psalms 23:2. Shot 114th Stony Island.
By Gregory Warmack
This sculpture is behind the fence of a branch of the Chicago Youth Center on 39th & S. Michigan. I've passed it many times but this was the first time I've noticed it. It looked unusual so I turned around for a closer look. The maintenance man let me in to ask the director could I come behind the locked fence for a shoot.
Gregory Warmack (2)
Sculpture from the inside of the fence showing the east side of the sculpture. Chicago Youth Center 39th S. Michigan.
Sculptor Gregory Warmack was called Mr. Imagination or Mr. I. He was known for his art using bottle caps. One of his most notable works is on the bar at the House of Blues in Chicago. One can view a full range of his works on his website.
A Memory July Left
July 14th 2016 has left the Planet. It was one of those spectacular Summer cumulus-sky days. The type of day & sky that for millenniums Humankind could only look at, admire & stare at for a while with so much reverence that Religions would call the sky different names for the place where the Gods live. A place we call,The Heavens. Poets write poetry about a day like this - songwriters write lyrics and watercolorist will try, but can't capture that moving, changing sky exactly as it was. An artist's cloudscapes are not facsimiles; they're the artist's impressions. But photographers can capture, can freeze that cloudscape in a millisecond of it's existence. And we are able to look at that exact sky for as much as we want to -- and we can give the shot a title and write a caption about it. My longer, complete title for this shot is "A Memory July left me on that day when I couldn't get her off of my mind." Okay -- I'm an unapologetic romantic.
All over Chicago there are branches of "Chicago Youth Centers." Inside & outside they are filled with various forms of art. The art is connected in someway to the communities that they serve. This Mural along with other artistic things is on the wall of the building (3947 S. Michigan) in the fenced backyard. Most Murals are a combination of abstract & realism art that conveys messages. Of all of the abstractness and realism on this long mural (only a portion seen) I was struck by the scene of the precious Children running. That boundless energy of Children - always running - sort of defines childhood. My mantra as I'm driving these narrow Chicago neighborhood streets is -- when a ball rolls into the street, a kid is running not far behind it. So I've stopped many times to wait and see whether a kid is careless, or hopefully mindful of the danger of quickly trying to retrieve that much loved toy of Children -- a ball of some kind. (Click)