As a photographer, when Chicago’s weather becomes reasonable enough for even the most fragile out-of-towners to arrive, sometimes the best way to avoid the tourists slowly walking five-abreast, is to duck into a dark alley and explore the glorious solitude. I usually find more than a few interesting things to compose with along these detours.
Some alleys are bona-fide time capsules. Long forgotten meticulous building detail. Stone and metalwork you simply don’t see in modern construction.
And sometimes, it’s just a beautifully rusted old stage door, like this one in the rear of the 1920s era Oriental Theatre. To paraphrase John Goodman’s character in The Big Lebowski, “…Dude, Oriental is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.”
It’s the joy of exploring a city with world-class architecture that is often over 100 years old. Many land-that-time-forgot treasures to be found off the main path.
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