As promised, here are some pictures from my excursion to Chicago yesterday. It was a wonderful day, full of walking, walking, walking, walking, did I mention walking? My friend Melanie and I were extremely sore after walking all day, to the point where I almost limped back to the train station.BUT, the entire day was worth it. Given that a significant portion of the Midwest has seen hardly any snow this “winter”, the weather was splendid.
Consider this an addendum to the previous post about black and white photography. I found this picture and forgot how much I loved it. This archway shot was taken my last weekend in England when I stayed with my friend Ruth in Kendal (in the illustrious Lakes District). We were walking through Burness on our way to Lake Windermere for a few before we took the train back to the Oxenholme station. Needless to say, it was a picture perfect moment in a picture perfect place.
Someone once said, “You don’t take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it.” As I’ve struggled over the past couple of weeks for a topic to blog on (being the ever indecisive Libra), I decided to give readers a taste of my secret pleasure, black and white photography. The following ten pictures show some favorites from my time spent in Italy and the United Kingdom over the last two years: