Ode to Jamba Juice, which me and Billy kind of live for when we make the trip north. He is big on Orange Dream Machine, which is of course awesome, and I like the Razzmatazz, which is possibly a little less awesome but I feel like might be easier to take in larger doses, and since I want all the Jamba I can get but don't want to be sick, it does the trick that way. I tried Strawberry Surf Rider this time, but it was kind of tart for my liking.
This sign was just up between some stores on a pretty busy road, and I have no idea why, but I do really like it, even if I am completely unsure as to why that particular illustration was chosen to go with the quote. Nonetheless, it gave me pause.
The last one pretty perfectly segues into this. One of the things I really like about Chicago (and New York, and New Orleans, and other big and/or creative cities) is that there is little art all around. Or big art, I guess, but the point is, it's there.
The Brown Line is under construction but I couldn't resist the opportunity to photograph my (very common) name with the pretty red and yellow design. Oh, and Billy likes to joke that he's going to make a game show to find himself a new girlfriend and this is what it'll be called, and their last names all have to Brown too. Eye roll.
Chicago is so in love with itself. They put the word "Chicago" on EVERYTHING. You kind of have to see it to believe it, but I really think that next time I go I'm going to give myself a little assignment of taking pictures of all the interesting ways the word "Chicago" is displayed. Funny--I hated homework in school and now I'm giving myself some. :)
I'm pretty sure that by now, my love for fire hydrants is pretty well-documented, but I haven't really done anything with them yet. I'm hoping to get some picture frames for Christmas and then maybe I can hang some of these prints on my wall. I really don't know what it is about fire hydrants, if it's that they're all different due to different locations or varying degrees of neglect or age, or all pretty brightly colored so as to be easy to find, or if there is some lame part of my psyche that likes the metaphorical putting out of fires. Whatever it is, I'm just going to go with it.
Ah, nice. Now I will say that this is not really what this picture looked like, but it is the picture I set out to take with the skyline all silhouetted. Sigh. I love it.