One of the great delights of life in the city is the ability to avoid acres of concrete and hours a day of exhaust and exasperating traffic.
My commute to work cuts through Jackson Park.
Down Stony Island past the museum...
And stately Vista Homes in somewhat lonely splendor
To the Perennial Garden where the Women's Building was during the Fair...
And the Midway, where the ducks sometimes paddle.
It's a rough commute but someone has to do it.