"Eye!" So you're the one who has been despoiling our beat-up Elevated stations with art.

Were you the one Chicago's Dept of Sanitation wiped out? Was that the Paulina Station.

Where all is your art located. I'll check them all out.

Beautiful colors and use of light, by the way

You have inspired me to go to the Verdun neighborhood and to Quebec.

I think I'm going to like Verdun; it reminded me of the Tenderloin in San Francisco.

That photo was staged. I wouldn't give a dog beer. And if if I did, it sure the hell wouldn't be my Beck's

Now that's a portrait-!!

Angel Star Photography J
'Did you ever go back to thank the social worker, both of them actually but mostly the photographer, just to let them know that they did well?'


I called them from Chicago. A couple of doctors, too

"Had a similar experience on Leavenworth street where I lived in downtown SF"

Yea! A war story from the opposite POV. That must have been Merle Haggard's father.

You're right. Must've been a senior moment

"Maybe Boozer would be a better name."

Ha-Ha!!

Robert, I'm not sure I understand your post.

"Am I missing something here?"

Thanks so much for everyone who responded-- 'specially the Viet Vets. From the looks from this post, I'm not the only one who's found some comfort from clicking a shutter

My buddy, Bonzie. My therapy

Thanks for responding. Some comfort there

How a Camera Saved My Gray, Old Grumpy Ass


I was found freezing in an alcoholic coma on a railroad track in Maryland.

I woke up in a Veterans Hospital psychiatric ward.

A social worker visited me and said, “Craig, you’re taking disability this time. No questions— This is it.” (I had refused disability for my PTSD, since I thought the free money would turn me into an alkie.)

The psychiatric ward kept me locked up until my first check of $20,000 landed in my bank account. Before they let me loose, another social worker escorted me to his office to show me his wall of B&W photography. He said the camera saved him from the bottle.

So I bought a Canon Rebel kit from BestBuy and hopped on the California Zepyr to San Francisco.

I spent 16 days roaming the hills of San Francisco with my new dSLR and took thousands of exposure. Didn’t get drunk once.

But I did find the old Dakota Hotel on Post & Taylor where a carload of Berkeley girls spit on my uniform, yelling from their car, “Fucking baby killer!”

Now I live in Downtown Chicago (very photogenic) surrounded by lots of camera equipment. While photographing Chicago, people ask me if I’m a professional. “No. Just a sober enthusiast.”

The moral of this story: Buy grumpy grampa a dSLR and push him out the door.

Those little girls are precious. Nice capture

Like the affection they show.

Where is this-- Australia?