A Sunset Stroll Through the Neighborhood

I knew I blew the best light by a good 20 minutes, but I decided to go for a sunset stroll through the neighborhood anyway.

Across the street and a half block to the west starts what I guess is called Light Industrial. A good part of this whole area could be called that.

Reminds me of the the Chicago neighborhood where generations of both sides of my family lived and my dad finally got us out of there when I was 11. Seeing this I think explains my need and desire for woods, quiet and solitude. I’m stuck here for a good two years and then I am out of here.

I will go on this stroll again when the light is right. Definite possibilities I think.

If you like this kind of stuff.

I did once. I have old pictures somewhere of my street shooting days. Not sure I’ll ever get them out again.

I’ll take woods, ravines and creeks over this any day.

In the mean time…

12 thoughts on “A Sunset Stroll Through the Neighborhood

  1. RK Henderson

    “All in all…” #pinkfloyd #the70scalled

    (Awesome photo essay by the way. Reminds me of the old Ewan MacColl classic, “Dirty Old Town”.)

    Rusty Ring: Reflections of an Old-Timey Hermit

    1. Ken G Post author

      I want to paint a mural on that wall Robin, I can see it out my window.
      I vaguely remember Dirty Old Town. I’ll have to go refresh my memory.

      1. RK Henderson

        Well, at least it’s brick. I can stand a lot more brick than concrete. For “Dirty Old Town”, Ewan’s original is good, but I recommend the Pogues’ cover for the grittiest reality.

        Rusty Ring: Reflections of an Old-Timey Hermit

        1. Ken G Post author

          Went and listened to Dirty Old Town, Ewans version. Listened to the Pogues too. Remember both of them.
          My goal this year is to go back to the old neighborhood with a handful of 50 year old pictures from when I was a kid and see if I can get the same angle in a shot. Something to do.

  2. Justin Carfagnini

    That was is definitely in need to something. If you stare at the photograph of it long enough, you kind of trick yourself into seeing things in the bricks, sort of like those 3D illusions. I’m staring at it, and can’t help but see Greek lettering of some sort…maybe I should stop staring.

  3. Howard Levett

    While you’re out cruising the old neighborhood (I say that because I don’t think you’re crazy enough to walk it) grab a picture of the el or the tracks.

    1. Ken G Post author

      I will be walking it Howard, crazy I am. Besides, I still have a relative or two that live there. One is my uncle, a couple of years younger than me and a Chicago cop, I call him Sarge since that’s what he is. We’ve had Gortowski’s living there since 1870.

      And the el is on my list. There’s a park, Harrison Park I believe, where we used to play under the tracks all the time.

  4. Michael Agneta

    I like this kind of stuff. The escape to the woods & water is always a pleasure, but I need the grit of the city every now and then. Balance. Your doll could use a bath though.

    1. Ken G Post author

      I was heading back to go get that doll Mike, when the wife disapproved. She thinks of these things I find as bad luck. Long story in there, but she’s right. I think the doll needs to be sterilized before I touch it. Who knows what the critters have been doing to it.

  5. Walt Franklin

    I figure there’s some 3000 bricks in that interesting photo and they’re all talking silently about the beauty of the setting sun. I tried not to listen closely. It’s been a long day!

    1. Ken G Post author

      That photo shows a just a small section of the wall Walt. It’s about 50 feet tall and 100 yards long.

      Better yet, about a block away on this facility is another wall that is about 20 feet tall and even longer. Even more bricks. That one sits directly across the street from a grade school. These things are screaming for murals, especially the one by the school. I used to do murals a long time ago. I wonder if I can still physically handle it. It can be tough work.

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