Showing posts with label Humboldt Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humboldt Park. Show all posts

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Summer is here!


After moving to a new neighborhood for the first time in over a decade--a complicated process I, of course, still haven't posted about here (or anywhere, at least not with photos) I'm trying to observe when I first see common occurrences of my old neighborhood (Humboldt Park, on the northwest side bordering Logan Square) in my newer one (Independence Park, in the Irving Park community area, so I usually just say Irving Park).

I'd gone weeks and weeks and hadn't had the daily Humboldt Park occurrences of hearing sirens or seeing wrong-way bicyclists even once. Then I was literally about to write another tweet about that and heard my first siren in the middle of a weekday right then. Many since, but not too bad (except when my parents made their first visit and stay to this neighborhood last week, and I heard as many sirens in two days as in all the preceding weeks, of course). I still haven't observed a wrong-way cyclist for more than a block or two (making it hard to tell if they just were in a hurry and stuck on the wrong side--it happens to me--versus making the conscious choice to bike against traffic as about half the people in my old 'hood seemed to). My first time seeing it at all was two young people on May 13...going the wrong way in the Elston bike lane.

And the photo above? The exceedingly cold and dreary spring and lack of warmth made me nearly forget there's such a thing as opening hydrants in hot weather and I genuinely hadn't thought about seeing it in my neighborhood, but there it was on Central Park Ave. It's less fun on a residential street where the flooding looked like a problem than when I've seen it near the Bloomingdale Trail underpasses in Logan/Humboldt. Or perhaps it just seemed strange because only a few people looked to be playing in it. If you're going to do something illegal like that, get all the neighborhood kids to join in!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

more than halfway


I'm going to admit daily blogging has been a bit of a challenge, but I'm keeping it up. Here's a scene from my aforementioned bike ride to Central Park Ave.--I'm not sure I ever noticed this in ten years living nearby.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Humboldt Park/Garfield Park, cloudy night



Two night photos, from a walk home from Kedzie & Chicago, which I'd never walked around at night, as far as I know, after getting items at the Dunkin Donuts there 15 minutes before closing, after a Chicago Ave. bus ride from an artsy event downtown that was cool but went badly, just like an event did last night. (Material for a post I'm working on.) At least this time, I got views I rarely see.

Monday, December 21, 2009

first day of winter

(or, it's Christmastime in the city)
all photos taken Dec. 21, 2009, posted from earliest to latest.



in the heart of the Loop



near the Sedgwick Brown Line station, Old Town. taken two weeks after this photo on Flickr...
can't believe they're still there. I didn't notice the pumpkin (hidden on the left) last time...



taken from the #72 North bus, Lincoln Park. CB2 is a sort-of hipper version of Crate & Barrel
(but they didn't add the graffiti)



Wal-Mart, west side of Chicago



bus stop across from Wal-Mart. strawberries in the snow, similar to one of the all-time great cosmetics color names (I shouldn't have to tell you, but it's Cherries in the Snow)



parking lot graffiti, bakery, Humboldt Park. there for a week now.
the city's Graffiti Busters were supposed to come out
 


Humboldt Park sidewalk



Humboldt Park alley



another Humboldt Park alley.
I would have taken more photos, but it was getting dark really early for some reason.

why, these photos seem sort of cynical...

Sunday, November 22, 2009

I love my neighborhood.

You'd think I'd write about it sometime, wouldn't you? I've lived in Humboldt Park for years and I don't recall if I've even ever posted shots of Humboldt Park-the-park, or the two bakeries near me, or the construction and demolition that occasionally goes on (an entire building a block away from me completely disappeared this week and I didn't know until it was an empty lot. It was one I don't particularly miss; I'm just a bit perturbed because it shows I didn't get out much this week). Here's a couple shots I took on a brief errand Friday. My neighborhood is not actually this color; I've just gotten into digital cross-processing on Flickr this spring...



The nearby shopping center (seems too small to call a strip mall) recently got resurfaced, and the store below now has windows. Big windows. I stopped first at my favorite dollar store of the ones near me (well, it's gone from three to two dollar stores, not counting Family Dollar. They're a decent store but NOT a real dollar store, though when they turn up in news broadcasts [I swear Chicago has a lot of Family Dollar calamaties--roof collapses, shootings, I forget] they're referred to as a "dollar store"). It was a short visit, made even shorter by the fact that the store had the overwhelming smell...of skunk. Well, that's a new one in my Chicago retail experience. The store IS near a park, but...huh? The clerk explained when I paid for my stuff--a man smelling of skunk had been in the store. Possibly raises more questions than it answers.



On to the liquor store, for cheap beer for the weekend, and empty boxes to sort things in my apartment. I noticed the unrefrigerated 16 oz. 6 packs of Old Style were still marked as $3.99 (I used to buy the commemorative Cubs cans of the stuff) so I grabbed one. The clerk didn't know the price and had to ask someone else, which took a while. He said it was $5.79. I said the sign still said $3.99 and he said it was just the Colt .45 6-packs that were $3.99. I went back and got a 12 oz. 6-pack of Hamm's, same price, instead, glancing again at the sign (still said Old Style). I told them they should change the sign. I wasn't going to argue my way into paying less for Old Style, I like to think I have SOME dignity.

Another employee saw what I'd bought and asked if I could carry 2 6-packs. "I'll pay for one." Shocked, I managed a "yeah." And he bought me another 6-pack (of Hamm's, though I didn't notice that till hours later), pointing at the Old Style and saying "as long as you never buy that again!" In a mild state of shock, I thanked him, grabbed some empty boxes on the way out, and walked home. I wanted this post to be a little more in-depth than "I GOT FREE BEER," but I won't deny, that's the main reason I posted.