I was supposed to be in Chicago this weekend with my grandsons, but a blizzard dashed those plans, in addition to not wanting to drag two children about in Arctic temps and wind. Many fond memories here, from photographing architecture, to working with the cameras in some of the most famous graveyards in the world (Bohemian National Cemetery being one). Off all the urban destinations I have visited in my 67 years, Chicago is my favorite. If you shoot film and are visiting, you owe it to yourself to visit Central Camera on S. Wabash, established in 1899. In fact, I am not sure they have done much with the store in terms of remodeling since 1899 (on the inside). Their film and darkroom supplies are second to none. Take your Holga, stop in for a five pack of Tri-X, and hit the streets….My friend and I would do this at least one weekend a month for many years, in addition to hauling Hasselblads around. Thank you Sally Mann for making our penchant for photographing funerary art more socially acceptable (at least in our circles).
“As for me, I see both beauty and the dark side of the things; the loveliness of cornfields and full sails, but the ruin as the well. And I see them at the same time, and chary of that ecstasy. The Japanese have a phrase for this dual perception: mono no aware. It means "beauty tinged with sadness," for there cannot be any real beauty without the indolic whiff of decay. For me, living is the same thing as dying, and loving is the same thing as losing, and this does not make me a madwoman; I believe it can make me better at living, and better at loving, and, just possibly, better at seeing.”
― Sally Mann, Hold Still: A Memoir with Photographs