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Pete, Pattie, Mable, Mike.
A casual moment in Florida at the Bushwacker. They don't look like they wacked any bushes!!
Travaux de renouvellement de la conduite d'eau potable rue Mon Désert, boulevard Jean Jaurès et rue Thierry Alix à Nancy dans le cadre des aménagements pour la ligne 1 du trolley.
Pays : France 🇫🇷
Région : Grand Est (Lorraine)
Département : Meurthe-et-Moselle (54)
Ville : Nancy (54000)
Quartiers : Nancy Sud / Nancy Ouest
Adresses : rue Mon Désert / boulevard Jean Jaurès / rue Thierry Alix
Durée des travaux : 17/04/2023 → 12/05/2023
Flanked by 55 West Wacker on the left and OneEleven on the right, the former United Building towers above the Chicago river with its post-modern Roman Pantheon inspired architecture. Something about 77's design just clicks for me and is still easily my favorite in Chicago.
Travaux de renouvellement du réseau électrique rue du Sergent Blandan à Nancy.
Pays : France 🇫🇷
Région : Grand Est (Lorraine)
Département : Meurthe-et-Moselle (54)
Ville : Nancy (54000)
Quartier : Nancy Sud
Adresse : rue du Sergent Blandan
Durée des travaux : juillet 2021 → août 2021
Entreprise : SOBECA
Travaux de renouvellement du site propre du trolley à Nancy dans le cadre des aménagements pour la ligne 1 du trolley.
Pays : France 🇫🇷
Région : Grand Est (Lorraine)
Département : Meurthe-et-Moselle (54)
Ville : Nancy (54000)
Keith Haring murals painted on handball walls
Crack is Wack Park in East Harlem
Contax T2
Fujifilm Fujicolor 200
Another view of 333 West Wacker in Chicago. The building is actually known for its color that nicely reflects the green water of the Chicago river. However, the scans I got back from the lab were screaming: desaturate me, my color is unbearable!
While walking between Open House Chicago sites I stopped for a moment along Wacker Drive to make this image.
I drove to work (again) yesterday so that I could drive home after a post-work meeting with an attorney from Minneapolis. As we walked over to the restauraunt, I could smell steaks in the air. I couldn't stay for dinner; I had to be home around 7. At about 6:30, I walked back to the parking garage and put my ticket in the automated machine. The machine, which speaks in a creepy and obviously computer-generated voice (rather than a recorded one), informed me that my parking fee was "thirty six hundred fifty dollars." Yes, that's right. The screen confirmed it. I would have taken a picture of THAT except that I was too terrified to do anything but push the cancel button. I took my ticket out of that machine and put it in the neighboring one, and it told me that my parking fee was twenty dollars. Twenty dollars for ten hours of parking has never seemed like such a bargain.
The Chicago Marathon was last weekend. On Monday morning I was sitting at a red light when a group of pedestrians wearing marathon medallions around their necks crossed in front of me. I guess they noticed that the light was about to change, so they started to hurry. When they tried to pick up the the pace, they moved like stiff senior citizens. With very painful arthritis. I smiled at them, and the one who noticed me smiled back.
Those are my two little Chicago stories from this week. That Chicago River sure is pretty sometimes, isn't it?