I made a jaunt through the neighborhood, where I found this structure, probably a garage, next to the blue line.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
I took all my pictures tonight in the alley while trying to get a large, very heavy machine into the building. The truck that brought it was too big to backup to our dock, so the machine was left on the ground. We borrowed a pallet jack and rented a truck with a lift gate that just was not big enough, and spent hours trying to force and finesse the machine onto the truck and in the door. I'm sore all over, too.
I took a friend home, which got me out of my neighborhood. Nothing jumped out at me in her neighborhood, Lincoln Square, but at Lincoln and Addison I shot a few pictures of the CTA tracks and this train bridge with a firefighter's mural below it.
November second is the Day of the Dead. I spent the afternoon and night in Pilsen and marched in the Día De Los Muertos procession. I didn't take a tripod with me, so I had to rely on high ISO for this picture of an ofrenda at St. Procopius Church.
November's theme is night photos. The first night I just went out to the back yard. Somehow, every picture was blurry. My tripod was secure. Malicous only bumped my tripod during one exposure, and it wasn't this one since he's standing under the deck. Whatever my problem was, I hope I avoid it for the rest of the month.
I remember this guy as Shane (could be wrong), and I met him at Delilah's after a Tijuana Jai Alai Show. He's borrowing my top hat. Paloma, meanwhile, borrowed another guy's imperial stormtrooper helmet.
Driving (it happens from time to time) through Pilsen, we all got to wait for this gentleman to make his way across the street, even though the lights had changed. Sometimes it takes a while to get around.
I worked, played a show with my band, went home and packed, then left the house at 2:30 am to go to the airport. This is on my way to the airport, and I count it as the morning of the 24th, although it's at a time I'm also likely to consider night of the 23rd. At that time of night, you actually get to stand around and wait for the security lines to be opened. I still don't know how I managed to stay awake until fairly late the night of the 24th.
On my way to the bank I found this cyclist in a nifty little hat. While I was standing in the bank, I saw a modern Abraham Lincoln in a stovepipe hat go walking by. As soon as I finished I tried to get him, but the closest I got to him was almost a block.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
It was my wife's birthday, and we had a little get-together in celebration. Our friend showed up with a pretty snazzy hat, and I didn't even think about my daily photos. I had not yet stopped thinking about cleaning, welcoming people, and helping the dog navigate. Finally, Jon brought up my hat photos, and I remembered what I meant to be doing every day of the month. I took a few frames of Jon, and here we are.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Saturday night at the soccer stadium, we watched the US Women's National Team take on Germany's Women's Team. The game ended in a draw, but was a well-fought game nonetheless. I knew I'd find a hat, but it got even easier with these soccer ball hats being passed out at the game.
This is Prince, also a photographer, that I ran into outside a camera store. We chatted for a while, and I finally remembered that I'm supposed to be taking hat photos every day. Prince let me shoot a few photos, and I got something approaching the quality I had hoped to maintain throughout the month. With twelve days to go, I better get my eyes and camera focused on those hats.
Maybe if fans stuck to navy blue Yankees caps, they wouldn't have been swept by the Detroit Tigers in the American League Championship Series. Despite superstitions, fans' wardrobe choices probably don't affect the outcomes of games, but I still wear the same jerseys on my teams' game days if they've been winning and avoid other shirts, jerseys, or hats if they've ben losing. Silly enough, but it feels less silly than sports apparel being sold in colors the teams never wear.
Big Tex Fair for greeted visitors to the Texas State Fair for sixty years. He was reincarnated from a giant Santa Claus and installed at the fair in 1952. Four days after I shot this photo as my hat photo of the day, he went up in flames on the final weekend of the 2012 Texas State Fair, on his 60th birthday. Already forty-nine feet tall and sporting a 75-gallon hat, fair officials claim a new, bigger and better Tex will be ready for the 2013 State Fair of Texas.
Hats, as a theme, gives me a great number of possibilities, but I'm finding it difficult to pull off. On the one hand, my motivation has been lacking a bit lately. On the other hand, when I am out shooting, I'm finding myself not wanting to engage with people the way it might be necessary to do photographs of hats. Here's a hat on a table, from a particularly lame couple of days in my hat project.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
I went to the annual Open Studios art show at the Hubbard Lofts and saw some pretty cool work. I saw several cool hats, too, and I'm presenting you with personless helmets, part of an installation in Gerda Meyer Bernstein's studio, called "Exercise in Futility."
A beret, a trenchcoat, and a camera around the neck. I'm certainly going after that shot. A few hours later, I saw an older lady with a walker also wearing a beret. I didn't get her picture though.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
While driving Malicous to the surgeon this morning, I spotted this hat-wearing texter at a bus stop. I snapped, then drove, as the light changed during that second and a half that I was sitting still and taking a photo. I got a different photo when I came home, but it's almost the same. Different woman, but she's playing Bejeweled while sitting on the couch wearing a black knit cap.
Malicous is doing fine and spending the night at the hospital. He had a large tumor removed from his shoulder and will be home tomorrow morning. If I were going to get him at the same time, I might have seen this woman waiting for the bus again.
Monday, October 8, 2012
I've got to pick it up with the hat photos. Here's a hat rack hanging by our front door, with only Shereen's hats on it. I hung something of mine up here once. I was actually asked why my hat was hanging on Shereen's hat rack. Now my hats are in my closet or a cabinet I use for my backpack and camera bags.
Sunday night I spotted this hat on the street. I was looking to close the space some, but I didn't get the chance at a better shot. I had to settle for choosing my setting and letting her walk into it. It worked out well enough, though, I think.
Tijuana Jai Alai has a gig playing with Democracy Burlesque, a political comedy show, through the month of October. Here is producer Joseph Fedorko at the end of the October 2 show at Mary's Attic, with a grey top hat in hand.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
I wrote out a list of themes, and settled on October's - hats. Here, for October first, is Mallory and her mustardy colored knit cap. The next two months are tentatively night photography for November and clerks or servers for December. We'll see how that pans out after 31 days of hats.
On the last day of the month, there were trucks on nearly every street being loaded up for a move. This pink metallic flake lowrider was about to go into a truck in
Wicker Park. Also on the last day of the month, I finished the cycling theme. October 1 will see the introduction of something brand new to be seen daily.
Friday, September 28, 2012
September 2012 marked the fifteenth anniversary of Chicago Critical Mass. A celebratory ride began at Daley Plaza as it does the last Friday of every month. A party followed, but I bailed out of the ride toward the end to get home to my dog who needs his antibiotics. Plus my butt hurt.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
At lunch I met a couple and their sticker-laden bikes. We chatted a little bit and I took a few photos. They make collages with recycled stickers under the name "Sticker Fusion Project." This apparently began with the bikes and has moved onto wall art. Some of this work is on display at Argo Tea on Armitage Avenue, and coming to a few other Argo locations in Chicago and Evanston.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
It was such a beautiful day that I had to go out and seek photos rather than catch whatever came my way. Once I got to editing, I actually had four or five final contenders. The light kept this one on top, though. I saw the sunlight coming from behind me, countered by its own very bright reflection (note the shadow coming toward the camera), and waited until a bike showed up. Fortunately, Chicago has enough cyclists, even on a Sunday evening, that I typically can choose a spot and know that a bike will be along soon enough. I'll get some of the contenders up on flickr soon.
While eating at the Rocking Horse in Logan Square, I watched a girl careening down the sidewalk. First she was coming toward the window next to me, then arced toward a parked car trying to get her feet on the ground. No, it wasn't a fixie with no brakes. It was a big, fat cruiser which definitely had brakes. A few minutes later I saw one of her friends (possibly the owner) struggling to lock the bike at a bike rack. Eventually she settled on locking the front wheel to the rack. In that location, it might be fine. Then again, they might get wasted, maybe hang out a few doors down at The Owl until 4 am, and decide to take a cab home. If that happens, I almost guarantee that tomorrow there will be nothing but the wheel locked to the bike rack. Walking down the street, I stopped to photograph these bikes. I noticed when editing the photo that one of these bikes is locked up the same way. Maybe that person is in the 7-11 and got away with it. Then again, maybe tomorrow there will be two lone wheels attached to Logan Square bike racks. People who ride bikes in the city and own locks do know better, don't they?
It was a rainy day, and I was riding my bike, but my camera was tucked away in my bag. So, from my massive stockpile of cycling imagery, I bring you something that just wasn't about to happen on a cool, rainy day. Ice Cream! On wheels!