You tell me then that I must perish like the flowers that I cherish. Nothing remaining of my name, nothing remembered of my fame? But the gardens I planted still are young – the songs I sang will still be sung! As recited by Huexotzin, Prince of Texcoco in “Aztec“, a novel by Gary Jennings.

What has the following story got to do with today’s series of photographs? Very little. But here’s my story. “Sorry but you can’t take pictures here!” “Why not?” “Because your cameras are too big and you have tripods.” “So what??” “That means you’re professionals. And you need a permit for taking pictures here. “What about [...]

We’re all too busy to stop and smell the roses. But sometimes I need to slow down and examine – with my mind’s eye – the things that are around me. The elements.

Downtown Chicago.