One of the many photographs from a five hour stroll from Loyola to Union Station in Chicago. There was consistently sea on my left (the East), but the built environment coming right up to the water changed every mile or so.
I think the first thing I like about this is its general sparseness. Maybe that’s not the right word. There’s a couple of crisp little things kind of stuck onto a big’ol blurry background like a cutout from a magazine thumbtacked to a wall.
Within this snipped there is depth. There are rather tiny looking women just soaking in the Sunday morning ocean breeze (I keep finding myself referring to the very large lake as an ocean, and I kind of like it that way).
At the very left of the frame everything has kind of blended together. No discernible horizon line. A general greyness to the bottom and lightness to the top I suppose. Altogether very different than what we’ve got at right.
I just may find myself, shoeless on that pier again come Sunday.