At 42° North, I do believe we’re rather much north of the northern horse latitudes but on this drear January day, Lake Michigan was putting on a good imitation of a languid ocean.
At 42° North, the sun still rises in January but never quite makes it out of bed.
Photos by Roman.
Photos by Roman.
At a few minutes to midnight in the northern hemisphere, it is important to remember that light comes again.
nevertheless
Photo by Roman.
Photo by Roman.
“Dying Oak Tree That’s Older Than The City Of Chicago To Be Removed From Lincoln Park Zoo” said the headline of an article by Jake Wittich at Block Club Chicago. “Hmmm,” I thought. “That tree looks familiar. I think I have its photo from a few years ago.”
And maybe I do. There it is above, I think. That photo is from my last visit to Lincoln Park Zoo in 2018. Lincoln Park Zoo, whatever your feeling about zoos generally, is a photogenic place, but most of the photos that I took back then were not especially interesting or successful. But I do remember that Oak, and I’m quite happy to have made its acquaintance.
The Block Club Chicago article notes that the tree today is mostly dead. My experience has been that trees tend to become forgetful and careless with dead parts (some trees deliberately?) so passers-by are at risk especially during or immediately after windy weather. The article also has some interesting factoids about other tree elders in Chicago and Illinois.
Photo by Roman.
’tis the season
Photo by Roman.
Photo / graphic by Roman.
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 / graphic by Roman.
Photo by Roman.
… is in full flow as the leaf is slowly drained of nutrients ahead of winter. The red pigment serves as a rear guard, protecting the leaf from sun burn while the evacuation continues. It makes a fascinating little map, reminding me of county maps of unemployment, or population, or excess deaths per year, or whatever and wherever your imagination takes you.
Yip Abides 