Journey to the House of Balls

White paint traced the black lines of the graffiti letters on the concrete of a freeway overpass spanning the Cedar Lake Trail: a failed cover-up. I imagined a subversive city worker performing the cleanup: “F*** you Mitch McConnell” was still visible, white on gray. “Images hiding in plain sight” was my theme for the day. I…… Continue reading Journey to the House of Balls

Steamed-up Glasses

It was a steamy day, so I wasn’t wearing spectacles when we walked into Betty Danger’s Country Club. Imperfect vision can be a blessing.

Skeleton of a Bridge

Rebar masqueraded as sculpture beside the Midtown Greenway. It will reinforce a bridge which replaces and replicates a century-old bridge.

Drippy Walk

The Interstate surrounded Downtown on my drippy walk. I left my bicycle at home because I did not want a muddy stripe down my back.