A few spring snapshots. The weather has been spectacular in the way only possible in locales with a winter.
Apparently, a certain mother duck lays eggs on this buoy in the Chicago River every year, and every year as the ducklings hatch, they walk off the edge and die in the water. Yikes. She must belong to BoBo's world. I wasn't aware of this gruesome story; I just liked the Texas-ness floating in the Chicago River. Our house guest explained the story to us last night, we had to look closely to see the eggs.
Various and sundry Heads of Industry, from Chicago's Gilded Age (Montomery Ward, Marshall Field, et al), look out at the Merchandise Mart.
the Marshall Field head, soon to be renamed Macy's. Ahem.
click for larger versions, natch.
