Ghost Hood on The Red Line
Photos from a few Mondays back. Nothing cool, just bus and subway shots. I do like the way the hooded guy is ghosted through the opposite window of the Red Line. And even though I'm standing in a well-lit room as I wait for the bus on the ride home, I still have to contend with an open stairwell that leads to the el tracks and the Dan Ryan Expressway, gusts of frigid air are continually thrust upwards and after awhile, I grudgingly accept that I will have to put up with this for forty minutes.
2 comments:
You never know when frigid air may be carrying souls.
Not that I care much about the commentaries of Jack Kerouac...but one thing he did say that seems relatively prophetic is that when the dust finally settles on religion, there will be two of them: Islam and Buddhism. He may well be proved right.
Love your photos, as always.
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