I'm a homegrown, City raised-Chicagoan.
And during the summer months,
there is no better place to reside.
Days spent by the Lake,
bouncing around from park to park -
museum to museum.
These barrier stones (shown above) I remember the most.
Old men fishing as still as statues; while the waves violently crashed upon them.
Exploring these 'piers' with wet and uneven footing
was cause for a weary child.
Nostalgia to the max.
can't help but miss it, a bit.
(thank you, sir charles cushman)
1 comment:
ohh, those slabs are great. they go all the way up the shore, all the way to milwaukee. i've spent many a sunset evening hanging out on those rocks... beautiful.
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