Month: January 2026
Frozen
The great winter storm of 2026 was merely drop-dead gorgeous here in Rogers Park. This is especially true when viewed from my apartment, indoors and arguably over-heated.
None of the above photos are from that storm though these last three may as well be. The icy windows, however, are no more.
Snow-coated trees are slyly mischievous. They drop snowballs on random passers-by, though more often than not, the ball dissolves into a comet spray of frozen delight.
Shadows and Refractions
Some times the clarity of Lake Michigan water is amazing. My understanding, though, is that this is more of a bug than a feature as it makes the Lake vulnerable to toxic algae blooms and anoxia. On the other hand, it makes for some truly beautiful light on this warm day in August.
Circles
The Red Line L Is a Mighty Fine L
Late autumn, early morning and a southbound Chicago Transit Authority train to 95th Street rounds the curve before the Loyola Station. You wouldn’t think so, it being Chicago after all, but the snow covered cityscape gives what is otherwise a pretty mundane sight a mildly exotic beauty.
Winter Trees:
two views.
That Golden Hour
Though in the colder months of the year “the golden hour” often seems as short as ten minutes. But here we are, not long before sunset when, between the trees and the buildings of brick, Rogers Park became a study in browns and bronze. But the glow of the gloaming is a magical light and its character is governed by season and weather.
Wait for a moment and the color drains away…
Yip Abides 2025.6
Table of Contents
November — December, 2025
If there’s anything 2024 taught me, it’s to take a deep breath come December. And that’s what I’ve been doing in November and December of 2025: deep breathing, voluminous and slow, ’cause 2026 is going to be some humdinger. Here is Yip’s meager offering to engage and entertain you while you respire. Aspire. Transpire. Vampire.
Audio
- Nothing recent.
Photo Wall
- Fences at the Edge of a Dream — something there is that has no love of a dream.
- Roses Ripped My Flesh — danger lurks in our parks.
- Night Lights 14 Golden Showers — this is not about Trump.
- Night Lights 15 Fairy Lights in January, 2025 — they gathered at my window.
- Self-Portrait as Wood — through the water darkly.
- Oak — it was a kinda kodachrome day.
- Shadow Future Tense — shadow geometries.
- Peekaboo — it could be a wormhole to a hallway.
- Chicago — flag.
- Plumbum the Fourth — a weighty fetish.
- Autumnal Illuminations — vivid!
- Lunacy — a vast orbital sneeze.
- Leaf Golden — etched in light as if in metal.
- Winter — graffiti art.
- A Glitch in the Cat Distribution Network… — meow.
- Light’s Waltz with Water — dancing flames of refraction.
Video Wall
- “Au 8ème Jour” — a stop-motion parable with captivating visuals.
- “Les larmes de la Seine” — strangely beautiful.
- “Tornadoes of 2025: Return of the EF5” — Pecos Hank’s annual review of storm chasing.
Poetry
- Nothing recent.
Prose
- Nouns — are the first to go.
Politics
- Nothing recent.
Reviews
- Nothing recent.
Yip Abides 