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.