Eclipse in Chicago

It is not often that one can have a ringside seat at event with cosmic proportions yet come away from its witness alive and even unscathed. Okay, by the law of big numbers there were some who stared and so certainly came away scathed. But it wasn’t you. It probably wasn’t me.

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Loyola Park, 2024 solar eclipse. Photo by Roman.

But it was a holiday crowd at Loyola Park and some of them must have peeked. While it wasn’t as common as rock concert joints, filtered glasses were being passed around. But I admit the shadow of the tree was my main focus in this photo. And in fact, shadows were my main focus that afternoon.

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2024 solar eclipse sky. Photo by Roman.

First of all, there is the dark and smokey quality to the light itself. Much to my surprise, this photo comes close to catching that quality in a kodachrome sort of way. In these partial eclipses, the sky never quite reaches the sunset quality of a total eclipse but it does have a spookiness to it…

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2024 solar eclipse. Photo by Roman.

…and ordinary shadows change as well. Despite being less illuminated, ordinary shadows often seem unnaturally sharp… like an echo of an alternate universe.

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2024 Eclipse liminal crescents. Photo by Roman.
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2024 solar eclipse, liminal crescents. Photo by Roman.

And sometimes the crescent sun is suggested along the edges of the shadow.

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Photo by Roman.
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Photo by Roman.
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Eclipse crescents. Photo by Roman.

And of course there are the trees and bushes that act as natural pinhole cameras.

It was a pleasant way of spending a warm spring afternoon. It wasn’t quite the spectacle or the adventure of a total eclipse in winter’s Winnipeg, Manitoba, back in the 1970s. I’d tell you about that too but I remember only fragments.

Sky

living with grace and glory

I don’t believe that I’ve mentioned how much I’m pleased with having a broad view of the sky from my new apartment. It’s really only the southeast quadrant but compared to my previous three addresses, it seems both generous and accessible. I’ll settle for a view of that storm that hit me, after the fact; after all, I’ve settled for so much less in the past.

But that does come with a problem in storytelling, illustrating, photographing. No matter how unique each morning becomes, it’s really the same old story: the sun comes up in a blaze of glory. You thought evil could be astoundingly mundane? Well, grace and glory can seem to be the same old same old as well.

My temporary solution to this is stew. Let’s toss into a single post a selection of dawn photos from the past six months. It’s a never ending tale and these are but random episodes. No matter the sequence of photos, it’s the same old tale of love and morning.

Click on any photo to enlarge it.

Though I have to admit: living among the tops of trees does provide a different perspective on lightning and wind.


Where a Pyramid Meets the Sky


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Photo / graphic by Roman.

Don’t know why but I got to thinking this morning about Roky Erickson so that’s what I was thinking this image was / is about; that’s what I meant, anyway… Listen this cover of “If You Have Ghosts” by John Wesley Harding and the Good Liars off the Erickson tribute album, Where the Pyramid Meets the Eye. Then it should all make sense. Or if not… then as much sense as it’s ever going to make: