I wonder how the general twenty-something population spends their Saturday mornings. Not one for nursing hangovers or sleeping until noon, I spend my Saturdays cradling one large cup of coffee and following my Saturday rituals. For a long time, I’ve known that there’s no such thing as normal. I guess this is my normal, Chicago in the morning.
Some moments from life lately of winter in Lincoln Park. My camera rarely sits in my hands these days with weekdays spent in an office and weekends spent absorbing some 9-mile, long distance friendships. If my excitement to lounge and edit these pictures communicates anything, it says that I miss it and will make a greater effort to do this very thing more often.
In 2016, Chicago was kind with its fall as it was in 2015. It was warm, lengthy and beautiful. Yet, it certainly didn’t ease us into winter. Winter has come blisteringly quick, with negative degrees approaching in the coming days. I’ll admit that I’m a Lorelai Gilmore-type when it comes to snowfall. However, with sub-zero temperatures, I’m already dreaming up about days in May when the sun stays out just a little longer.
I won’t make this a long but here are some of my “to do’s” for Winter 2017, written to hold myself accountable to do more than simplyread in my apartment:
Humboldt Boat Park screams summer, during this season also known as – wait for it – summer. It’s blossoming and bright and boasts life in the form of people picnicking and ducks doing their water-borne thing. I’ll admit – I’m not the biggest fan of summer. I could arguably write a really persuasive essay about why it is not my favorite season. But photographs like these will surely bring back waves of nostalgia come February.
For some place so far removed from the lakefront, there was this wonderful breeze at the Park.
Fun Fact! You can actually fish here. Crazy, crazy cool things happening at a city park that feels like it isn’t.
Summer. Summer looks like slow walks and wanders. Long sunsets along our perfect lake. A slight glow on this Irish skin. In complete honesty, summer fails to compare to my favorite seasons. Yet, what it lacks in character it makes up for in its complete lack of academic responsibilities. Guys, this quarter was rough in the most exasperated sense of the word. I clang on to my responsibilities with the utmost fervency and mindlessly returned time and time again to that library and all of the insanity held within. There were moments where I was left incapable of imagining how I would pass or finish or make it to the next responsibility. Moments where I wanted to drop to the ground on the way home and just sit. Right there, on that there ground.
Finally. Finally, we can wander aimlessly through museums like the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago. We can do anything without an internal clock ticking away time left unspent in a library. We can explore the new hot air balloon exhibit. We can stand belittled under its red, white and blue. The MCA has a way of allowing you to wander without concern of missing something. It is small in comparison to the infinity of the Art Institute. It is easy to complete in a few hours time. And strolling through its halls feels calm as its seclusion limits its tourist appeal.
Most striking about the MCA is the design of the building itself. Beautiful stairs, simple lighting and the highest ceilings allow a natural flow from piece to piece. For more of the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago, check back here or here.
Can’t wait to return to regular posts!
Oh, hey there! Remember when I told you that I was in for the toughest academic quarter of my college career? It seems that this was no exaggeration as evidenced by my prolonged absence from this here space. But alas, school is almost out for summer and I promise to again chronicle what I find so captivating about life and its adventures.
I hope this Sunday comes to you as slowly and calmly as possible. With 45 degree weather and sprinkles of rain, Chicago is changing my pace. Today, I wish I could transport myself to this morning from a few weeks back at Baker Miller Chicago. A few weeks ago, when I decided to escape my four-walled cell of studying, I ventured very, very far north to Baker Miller – from the same people who own Bang Bang! Pie.
What makes Baker Miller unique is the fact that it mills its own grains. And thus, everything is unprocessed at their very purest and natural form. Typically, ordering oatmeal at any restaurant is a bold move that leads to a grey bowl of mush. As an expert oatmeal-maker, I am reluctant to experiment beyond my home cooked oatmeal safety net. Yet, Baker Miller exceeded my oatmeal expectations with its wonderful play on texture, flavors and colors. We similarly played with their baked goods in a buttermilk biscuit (not pictured) and rosemary muffin. Also noteworthy menu items are the biscuits + gravy and the toast bar.
After spending a Saturday night watching Fed Up on Netflix, I am becoming more concerned not only about nutrition but also the process behind how food is made. In my opinion, if I cannot understand the process behind how something is made (or cannot replicate it myself), I probably should not eat it. Baker Miller clearly differentiates itself by processing its oats and flours in house to eliminate the middle man and create better food with the highest quality ingredients. It comes highly recommended as a slow Sunday or Saturday morning spot if you find yourself on the Brown line.
Again – many thanks for coming back here after my continued absence! I am hoping this summer brings new adventures and visual stories as I am preparing to make my potential last year in this city as memorable and palpable as possible.