Pink Dusk

Mulling at the brink of the water, s'more in one hand, camera in the other

Fire popping and smoking fifteen or twenty strides behind 

And the cool breeze whispering through the grapefruit tinged atmosphere.

Tonight happiness smells like lake weeds and the wafting scent of one more round of hamburger patties.

Later, when the sun sinks beneath the rising city skyline, 

Silent fireworks set off at the far distant pier are completed by a new soundtrack--

Muffled laughter and soft conversation

As I find myself no longer alone at the water's edge.

Rivals Collide

 ...with good results.

Today the Chicago experience was being sandwiched between a multitude of Cubs and Cardinals fans on the way to the big game. Despite the looming rivalry, the fans took the close quarters with good humor as reds blended with blues. 

I ran into this traffic flow on the way home from a tour of NPR's Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me studio.  May or may not have scored tickets to the taping next Thursday, in addition to a contact or two.  Working for NPR is becoming a new dream of mine--it'll be interesting to see how far I chase it. 

Not to mention that the view from the station was incredible.

Up this weekend: Gelato, some Olympics and an impromptu visit to Northwestern University for a musical collaboration. 

I love this place. 

Rolling Storm

Violent gusts of wind dragged the waves forward as foreboding gray clouds rolled in, seeping the air with thick moisture.  Waiting in line for an outdoor concert, I observed nature's display from one of the best vantage points in the city.  I think I will leave behind one small piece of my heart here--in this city, yes, but maybe even more so in this lake.