Chicago is like a gigantic grid.
Huge avenues, open streets,
green expanses as far as the
eye can see, but laid out neatly,
composed, not at all like the
cow paths of Boston. The smell
of beef everywhere in the air.
This is a cow town through and through.
(Read “Devil in the White City” for a fascinating
view of the the creation of the Chicago Worlds
Fair, Architect Burnham, Olmstead’s gardens here,
the slaughterhouses and the serial killer
who roamed the city at that time.
As we journeyed to the new
wing of the Art Institute,
Renzo Piano’s gorgeous grids
surrounded us everywhere.
From the building itself full of light…
To the Nichols Bridgeway…both it’s walking surface and railings,
grids and patterns…
In stark contrast to my favorite part of the
city, Millenium Park, home of Cloud Gate,
The Pritzker Pavillion(Frank Gehry’s chaos of
aluminum) and the Lurie Garden.
The views from the walkway
in the mist were spectacular. Lurie Garden
blooming it’s pinks, cranberry and purples
mixed with the textures of green and the rill
which gently flows water through it all, the song
of the redwing blackbirds filling the air.
It was magical here…
The alliums, my favorite…
And the honeybees….
Husband and son agreed…
The gardens inspired me to work on a
recycled 3-ring notebook cover that will hold
mail art I have received.
Another allium, from another place,
some photos of my world. my gardens
and pink lipstick hues that make me happy.
Peaceful Thursday. xox