Blues on State Street

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Marshall Field and Company exists now only as a sign that Macy's hasn't removed out of fear of alienating the Chicago market and its fond remembrances of the once venerable Field and Company.  Much the same can be said of Maxwell Street Market, which has been moved to a new location and is a shadow of its former self.  Yet, Brian Doroba (guitar)

Sam Lay Tribute

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I spent two hours earlier in the evening at the Chicago Cultural Center enjoying Sam Lay stories, listening to Chicago blues harpist Corky Siegel and Lay perform two numbers together, and watching director John Anderson's terrific new documentary Sam Lay in Bluesland.  Those are the component parts of the evening, but so much more was going on.  

Precursor to the Bluesfest

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Surprise, Surprise!  At about noon, I was within a block of Daley Plaza (the location of the Picasso statue) when I heard the sweet sounds of some Chicago Blues reverberating off the buildings, sounding just like it did when Muddy Waters plugged his guitar into an amp.

Localized

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Over the last several years, I have noticed an interesting phenomenon as I travel throughout the city:  Skyscrapers create their own micro climates.  Traveling south on Lake Shore Drive toward the John Hancock Center, I sometimes see fog drifting in that pretty much obscures the skyline, only to discover clear skies once I cross North Avenue heading south on LaSalle.

Covfefe

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Covfefe made it into the demonstration lexicon at Chicago's March for Truth today.   This was the poster of the day, even though the Photoshopping is less than desirable.

Hancock Center Garage

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Everyone who visits Chicago inevitably sees the skyline, with the Willis Tower on the south end and the John Hancock Tower on the north end.  The Trump Tower is in the middle, as is the Amoco Building (now the Aon Center) .  What many don't see is the spiral drum immediately to the east of the Hancock Tower.  It is part of the ramp that leads to the parking garage on the lower floors of the Hancock.  It is made of concrete, and looks similar in shape to the Guggenheim Museum in New York City, although on further reflection, there are big differences.  

North Avenue Beach

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Rain was in the forecast today, but on North Avenue Beach, it was nowhere to be found.  Sunny, warm, but none of the July and August humidity was in the air, which probably kept beach attendance down a bit, but there were still plenty of people milling about.  Everyone seemed to be having a good time.  Volleyball, touch football, castles in the sand, and the smell of a little reefer in the air.

River Roast Window

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Given what a delightful day it was, I found it odd  to stumble across these rather sinister looking bottles, high on a windowsill.  The first feature I saw was the white light, but then I noticed that the bottles were casting a rather large and sinister shadow.  It was the setting sun that provided an intense source of light.

Art Institute of Chicago

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As you walked into the old section of the Art of Institute of Chicago, you pass a grand staircase.  On the first landing is a bronze sculpture of a torso created by Roussillon-born sculpturer Aristide Maillol in 1906.  It is entitled Enchanted Action.  The white light in the staircase always tickles down to the toes, and yet the torso has no toes to tickle.

Nutella

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Several years back, Nutella was the rage on college campuses.  The little single serving packets were replacing salt, sugar, and butter packets in college cafeterias, with administrators being forced to keep a sharp eye on students loading pockets, purses, and backpacks with dozens of those packets filled with delicious chocolate hazelnut goo.

Gerhard Steidl

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Gerhard Steidl, the German master publisher of photography and art books, delivered the annual Hugh Edwards Lecture at the Art Institute of Chicago this evening.  Toward the end of the lecture, Steidl said he is a technician, not an artist.  Most devotees to the books that he publishes would strongly disagree.

The New Wing

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Architect Renzo Piano's Modern Wing of the Art Institute of Chicago has an expansive hallway that leads from Monroe on the wing's north side to the older sections of the museum on the south.  It is a grand space, with white walls and skylights, providing beautiful natural lighting.  People always look so elegant in this space, particularly when seated on the benches that line the walkway.  

Robert Frank

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The Art Institute of Chicago just opened an exhibit in the photography gallery in the Modern Wing featuring the work of Robert Frank, who many consider to be the father of street photography, although I think The Americans is a far more cohesive a body of work that goes well beyond the often ad hoc nature of what is typically characterized as street photography.  Throughout the exhibit, there are a number of references to Frank's desire for a quick, dirty, an ephemeral display of his work.

Saturday Bridge Lift

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Chicago is known for the sound of the electric blues, but long before Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Little Walter, and all the others plugged in, Chicago was an industrial center, home to foundries, transportation hubs, and animals headed through shuts to their slaughter. In the words of Carl Sandburg, the City of Broad Shoulders.  Emblematic of those shoulders are 27 or so bridges that tie one side of the Chicago River with the other.  

(un)Familiar

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There is a channel that leads into the Diversey Motorboat Harbor in Lincoln Park.  On the south side of that channel is the tiered landing pictured here, with just a few trees.  I've walked past it several hundred times over the years. Yet, its simplicity continues to fascinate.

It was a lovely afternoon to experiment with infrared photography.  Yes, unlike Instagram, this photograph was created in camera using a camera that had had its Beyer filter removed.  

Normalized

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After spending the better part of five hours last night watching non-stop cable coverage of the Trump-Comey story, I expected hundreds if not thousands of people to attend a demonstration today at the intersection of Wabash and Wacker immediately across the Chicago River from the Trump Tower--that being the unofficial site for anti-Trump demonstrations.

Lake Point Tower

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I went out this afternoon looking for a pair of shoes.  I decided to travel light, so I took my Leica M with the 12mm Voightlander wide angle lenses mounted, with a 28mm and a 90mm lenses in a small bag.  12mm equals insanity.  You either have to be extremely close or the object needs to be very large--although I did find an exception to that rule.  By day's end, I had some nice photographs, but no shoes.