I have always been fascinated with photography, street photography to be specific. I love how a photograph have that ability to arouse ones emotion. A picture is worth a thousand words and yes, it is a cliché but it is just so true. One thing about street photography is that part of the landscape are the humans that would be in it. Me being an introvert struggle with this because if you really want to get that money shot you would need to approach and interact with your subject otherwise it would be creepy if you just invade someones personal space. Another problem is that I live in the west suburbs of Chicago, meaning there’s not much anything going on. I literally live right next to a cornfield. But just like everything in life, it would always be a work in progress and there will always going to be opportunities.
I want to be that person that would be able to bring that story across, the one that would be able to breathe life to an otherwise ordinary frame. Pictures captured are not just pictures, they are moments frozen in time. One of my favorite street photographers was Vivian Maier , according to her history is that she took more than 150,000 photographs during her lifetime and many of her negatives were never printed. There is also a documentary about her life titled “Finding Vivian Maier” which seems to be very fascinating. I know I have a very long way to go to be amongst the upper echelons of the street photography world, but the worst that one can do is not to take that shot. So just keep on clicking and maybe you’d be able to get that money shot after all.
Liberty by Battery Park NYC 2017
It just sounds so juvenile when you hear it being said and played hooky is what I did. It was worth it for a few good reasons in which my number one reason is because it is MONDAY! I know I could’ve just rolled over my bed and got ready for work but I’m like “I’m gonna be like Bueller and skip adulting for a day”. Imagine a middle-aged woman skipping work to have a grand ol’ adventure with no other than mom. Yes y’all heard me, my very own mother was my sidekick for the day. We had been watching a few episodes of Chicago’s best on tv the day before and it kind of played a big part on where we went today.
This day trip was kind of educational for me in a way, for I am not a native of Illinois and I am still trying to figure out the “where’s” and the “what’s” in the land of Lincoln. So today we have decided to get lost in a small town called Joliet population 148,262 (estimate 2017).
Famous Route 66 passes through historic downtown and you can stop by the visitors center to check out more information about the main street of America or grab a bite at the Route 66 Diner that is just around the corner of this marker.
Now going back to the main reason why we made this trip, nothing really motivates me enough unless we are talking about food. I would drive a good mile in search of good noms and we ended up in a place called Chicken N Spice. It is right smack dab in the middle of sleepy downtown Joliet. The location had been there since 1979 which I think the place needs a bit of updating to be honest. The place did not disappoint though, the price is really affordable. I am not a big fan of chicken breasts but this joint had changed me. There are also couple of things that they have on the menu that I have not seen it served in any chicken places that I had been anywhere in Illinois, livers and gizzards. Last time I had chicken gizzards was in a KFC in South Carolina and even that don’t come close to the tenderness of the gizzards that they serve here.
On the way back home we came across a massive abandoned building that had been film locations to different tv series such as Fox’s “Prison Break” and movies such as “The Blues Brothers” and “Red Heat” to name a few. The Old Joliet Prison held prisoners from 1858 until 2002, in the construction of nearby Statesville Correctional and budget cuts had been the cause of its demise. The place was barricaded with wired fences and signs stating that trespassers will be prosecuted, is just enough to keep my sidekick stay sat in the car. I can’t imagine myself being locked up in one of those fortresses, I’d probably go crazy.
It was a very productive unproductive day and playing hooky is always fun with sidekicks. We drove away and ended up doing some retail therapy at Nordstrom and bought a half a dozen donuts at Stan’s. So I am just going to leave you with this yummy pistachio donut.
I was perusing through my journal an hour ago. Being able to go back and read what I wrote, felt like watching a scene from a movie. You never really recall the tidbits until you get to savor it again by revisiting the past. Whoah! It just dawned on me, I’m sort of a time traveller in the most simplest of sense. Problem is, I can only go back but not forward. Even though that is the case, that makes me badass for having power over “time”. This entry caught my eye, I mean what was I even on? It really made me laugh HA!
A friend of mine (Grace) and I had talked about going on a walking tour around Oak Park today. It is a village with a vast selection of points of interest like Frank Lloyd Wright home and studio and his Unity Temple, Ernest Hemingway homes and museum, Edgar Rice Borroughs home to name a few. Earlier in the week, the weather forecast was looking bleak for today with scattered thunderstorms and possible downpour of hail OR it could be just sunny with a high of 87F. I am not a big fan of heat, let alone to be walking around in it. I would like to think that the the plans for Oak Park had been thwarted because of unavoidable weather related concerns (and laziness). So where do nerds go on a nice Saturday afternoon? My buddy and I ended up hanging out at the local library where we enjoyed the constant chilled air that is blasting from the vents directly overhead. By the time we were done doing our nerdy tasks, my stomach started feeling a wee eleven o’clockish.
We left at around half past noon for lunch and boy oh boy did I enjoy what I had. we went to the local CPK (California Pizza Kitchen) at the commons and I ordered me some nice and juicy ribeye that came with some rocket salad and some finger taters. I don’t care what one would say about what I am going to say but.. the fat on a ribeye steak tastes like heaven to me!! I closed my eyes on every bite of that meat as I savored the taste of good ol’ fat!! While we still on the subject of food starting next weekend, Grace and I would start exploring places that had been featured in Guy Fieri’s Triple D’s. I am excited about that so I can’t wait!
As I get older, the days become shorter and the list of the things you want to do gets longer. People’s patience towards me becomes limited while I try my best to be the opposite. Then I woke up one day and wondered if this continuous cycle called life would ever have meaning. Would it all be worth anything in the end? Do we sleep to wake up or do we wake up so we can sleep? Maybe everything in this post is just pointless, or maybe there are some truths that it can be useful. Do we live for the moment or do we take a moment to live? So many questions, so little time.