River Roast Window

It was supposed to rain all day today, but it turned out to be a lovely afternoon and evening.  The skies weren't blue, but they weren't white either.  It was a day fit for burglars:  No one in the City of Chicago was home.  People were everywhere--Lincoln Park, the Lake path, Michigan Avenue, Navy Pier (wall-to-wall), and the Riverwalk.  

We walked along the river as we headed from the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre on Navy Pier--we'd just seen a rollicking version of Shakespeare in Love, sans Jeffrey Rush and and Gwyneth Paltrow--to River Roast on LaSalle and the river.  Given what a delightful day it was, I found it odd  to stumble across these rather sinister looking bottles, high on a windowsill.  The first feature I saw was the white light, but then I noticed that the bottles were casting a rather large and sinister shadow.  It was the setting sun that provided an intense source of light.