
on a cold windy winter day.
The bus arrived… eventually…
(To be fair, the bus was actually running pretty much on time, but it surely did not seem that way in the wind and the cold.)
a ghost passenger for a ghost bus? the shadow knows.
The bus arrived… eventually…
(To be fair, the bus was actually running pretty much on time, but it surely did not seem that way in the wind and the cold.)
Photo by Roman.
Indulge me, please, for my obsession with shadows and light. And why these? What a contrast they have with their rough, almost crude canvass.
and everything is a reflection or reflection’s compliment.
On the Loop over Wells.
Photo by Roman.
Early November, 2019, at the Belmont Red Line CTA station. I may have been transferring to the Brown Line, but I have no more of a story to tell you except that I’ve grown fond of this image.
Photo by Roman.
Anonymous graffito, CTA retaining wall.
Photo / graphic by Roman.
Anonymous graffito at Diversey station.
…And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out…
“The Boxer” by Paul Simon
Photo / graphic by Roman.
A detail from the ruinous mural on a CTA viaduct at Greenview & Sherwin. Is it an eye or is it a tire?
Photo by Roman.
‘But it is not your own Shire,’ said Gildor. ‘Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.’
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
…and becomes less and less likely the further away it is. History will dissolve us.
Photo by Roman.
CTA viaduct, Greenview and Sherwin, Chicago, September, 2022.
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