It’s The Bean’s World

You have eight hours of free time in Chicago — two hours one evening, six the next day. For once you get to see more than the inside of O’Hare International. You think you will not visit The Bean. There are so many other things to see before the rains come. Well okay, maybe you will just walk by at a distance and see the crowds and be glad you are skipping The Bean, at least this time. What is The Bean anyway? Is it art, or already a commodity? Warhol might have painted The Bean, but this is 2017, right? Will you have trouble sleeping after consuming a legume of this size?

And yet, something happens — you are pulled, your brain waves curve and flatten and bulge like reflections in The Bean — and you go to there. You go to The Bean. It’s all right, everything will be all right. Surrender to The Bean. It’s The Bean’s world; we only live in it.


Late for the Sky

Even if you can’t get uphill before the sunset’s gone, you might find an image elsewhere. Here, I caught an orange sky reflected in a stream of water, which was pouring down a driveway and heading downhill in the gutter. The glistening contrast was quite strong to begin with, and I simply darkened any distracting bits and then tilted the image 90 degrees to complete the abstraction. You can get a sense of the original sight by looking at the picture sideways.