Category Archive: Chicago

From monochrome to Kodachrome

  With spring finally emerging from the long and dragged out winter, Chicagoans have been taking advantage of the warming weather.  No more evident was this than this weekend as people bathed themselves… Continue reading

Emergence

For the first time in a good bloody while, I managed to retreat from my desk, my MacBook, and my work for a little bit the other day on Tuesday and escaped to… Continue reading

No mask

  I get bored easily. I was explaining to someone yesterday that I have an intense need to pursue many activities and interests, for if I myself were to be a one-track, singleminded… Continue reading

“Life’s like a box of chocolates . . . “

Magnum photographer Martin Parr once said, “All photography is propaganda.”  While that much is true to some respect, I wish to make an exception here.  Before I go further, I want to make… Continue reading

The winter then

I recall two months ago in December how excited I was that winter had arrived, so much so that I was out photographing almost daily.  More joyful days those were.  Now, however, like… Continue reading

Horsing about | Day 3: Dragon shoot

The weekend past saw three days of profuse photographic activity spanning four locations, four cameras, five lenses, two eyes, and one photographer of questionable sanity.  Because of how extensive that weekend was, I… Continue reading

Horsing about | Day 2: Advance retreat

The weekend past saw three days of profuse photographic activity spanning four locations, four cameras, five lenses, two eyes, and one photographer of questionable sanity.  Because of how extensive that weekend was, I… Continue reading

Horsing about | Day 1: Chuc mung nam moi!

The weekend past saw three days of profuse photographic activity spanning four locations, four cameras, five lenses, two eyes, and one photographer of questionable sanity.  Because of how extensive that weekend was, I… Continue reading

“It distresses us to return work which is not perfect”

The late Peter O’Toole once brought in a beloved jacket to the cleaners to remove the Guinness, blood, and marmalade stains from a night out drinking.  After a week or so, the cleaners… Continue reading

Of burgers and beer

Street photography is an art of extremes in many ways.  As such, it can be hit or miss.  There are days on which I feel not enough memory cards in the world exist… Continue reading

Flurrying in the Loop

For some people, the sight of falling snow illicits polar reactions of either staying indoors all warm and cozy or heading outdoor for wintry fun.  I prefer the latter, and especially when a… Continue reading

There and back again

After three weeks of being stranded at a desolate town that I can only describe as an unworldly ignorant mashup between “Jersey Shore,” “Duck Dynasty,” and “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo,” I have… Continue reading

“That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”*

“‘And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of… Continue reading

The Klingons are coming! The Klingons are coming!

I must make a correction in my previous post, “35mm glass, snow, and gluhwein,” in which I claimed that no one on the streets had ever confronted me about taking their photo.  After… Continue reading

35mm glass, snow, and gluhwein

It felt great to hit the streets again with my lenses, and as much as I enjoy hunting for light at night as I have been in my past few outings, It was… Continue reading