Winter is dying a slow, slushy death here in Chicago, full of ugly wet snow and matte gray skies. While comparatively mild this year, winter does seem to drag on forever.
It's a good time to go for a walk.
Two recent articles (1, 2) brought my own fondness for walking into focus. The slow, rhythmic pace of travel allows the mind to both wander and focus. A lack of speed allows for close observation of the surroundings. Dense urban conditions allow for the majority of errands to be done on foot.
A collection of alley photos from the last week or two, mirroring a post from a year ago.
Beautiful red garage, reminded me of the Rural Studio's Red Barn.
Still life with extinct technology.
Wheat paste graffiti, sans body.
Circles, squares, and rectangles.
This alley-facing address, with a very ordinary-looking deck structure, had been embellished with the address drilled into the structure, in Helvetica no less.
A curious garage -- the roof appears to rest entirely on a clerestory of glass block, and there was a roofed metal-mesh coop, presumably for pigeons.
Facade with tarps.
Geometrically pure marble table.
Wet pallet and dirty snow. A perfect picture of March in Chicago.
Spiral staircase with security wings at top.
Iceberg drift and trusty boots.