A week or so I rambled a bit on how hard it is to hang around the Loop at night, that was the night Twilight Tales was at the Fullerton Beach bistro, and instead of the Red Line, Mike and I took the Clark Street bus back downtown. I'm amazed at how well these photos came out, I took just these three, and the only photo I took in the Loop was of the Chicago Theater, where I then went underground to grab the Red Line there. It is so easy to take for granted that I live so close to a lake.
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A "lake". It's an inland sea which happens to be of fresh water. One of the wonders of the the planet Earth.
I'll never forget the first and only time I visited Chicago. And how the lay of the land looked exactly like the low country of the deep South where was born. This was just before I came into sight of the lake itself and was stunned by the sight of that endless horizon. And what added enormous weight to what I was seeing was that I knew that I was looking at fresh water and not the Atlantic or Pacific Ocean. I was looking upon a lake!
I've never forgotten it.
Interesting color to the water there.
I don't say it often enough, but you've got a real talent for telling stories with pictures.
I didn't know it 'til I got to the comment page, but I see that Charles has said what I was going to, basically. The color of the water's really lovely.
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