Wildflowers In The City
I've always considered the Chicago skyline to be our mountains, the lake to be our sea, and the Monets and Van Gohs to be our gardens. But recently a trip to Northerly Island, adjacent to the Adler Planetarium, had me in awe of the wild beauty alive and blooming right in the heart of our city. With prairie grasses and strolling paths, Lake Michigan to one side and the city at the other.
I recall my first summer living here by myself. Walking the crowded streets and riding the crammed el. Ironically I'd never felt more alone in my entire life. But the second you look into the face of the stranger next to you, lift your head up from the ground and see the beauty of the bustling metropolis, you are no longer alone. You are an arm or a leg or an eye of this body, dancing together.
Breaking away from the hard sidewalks and tall buildings, a walk to the Lake is necessary. And fulfilling. Reviving. Sometimes I think this must be the perfect place to live. We seem to have it all. The four seasons, the diversity, and the choices. This city... a tiny world in which there is still so much to be explored.
Photo taken at Northerly Island, by Marianne McNamara- Scandica Fine Art Photography of Chicago.