Tag: lincoln park
January 21, 2014, Washington, DC: We went trudging today before sunset. Authentic, bundled, Chicago-style trudging. We went trudging to reestablish some sort of connection to the outside world. We went trudging because a glorious long weekend with today’s snow day tacked on for good measure was starting to feel like a waste with coughs, colds and throat lozenges stacked up like a barricade at the front door. We wrestled past the obstacles and trudged out onto the silent street, following a path of green lights and walk signs throughout the neighborhood.
When we arrived in Lincoln Park, we were pleasantly surprised. Many other people had trudged there too.
They’d trudged past the beautiful snow-covered apartment buildings and homes lining the park.
Past the stores with Christmas lights and a firepit smoking outside.
They had trudged there with their strollers.
And their footballs.
And their sleds.
Some had trudged to Lincoln Park searching for adventure.
Most, it seemed, came searching for interaction.
Everyone, it appeared, was seeking connection.
We trudged here to break the isolation of January.
If just for a few minutes before turning around, uplifted, and bouncing back home.
Related Posts on Neighborhood Nomads:
- These Places In Winter (January 5, 2012)
- Remedies, Wellness and Cures (January 7, 2013)
- Our Home These Days (November 15, 2012)
December 8, 2013, Washington, DC: Apparently I have a thing for places called Lincoln Park. I lived in the Lincoln Park neighborhood of Chicago as a graduate student several years ago and spent many wonderful days before and after the temperatures dropped biking through the park itself to reach the path along the lake. These days I frequent Lincoln Park in DC on my regular running route through Capitol Hill.
Beautiful things happen in this Lincoln Park: ordinary, simple, everyday things. Parents converge on its playgrounds with their little ones, older kids play football in the wide open central space, dog owners huddle holding cups of hot coffee. P&C market on the corner facing the park is the only place in town I can find my favorite type of yogurt, and some of the wide wintery brownstones surrounding Lincoln Park remind me of Chicago itself. In the summer, sunbathers and readers stretch out on blankets in the grass and a rag tag, not entirely legal, fireworks display brings neighbors together on the 4th. I always get the feeling this park truly belongs to its neighbors and they take good care of it.
An article I read earlier this week about the value of shared neighborhood spaces and our role in making them better made me reflect on my frequent runs throughout this neighborhood gem. What struck me was an observation in the article, published by the Project for Public Spaces, about “the tendency of people (particularly in the developed world) to see regulations where they don’t exist.”
“After decades of society turning its back on public life in favor of the private realm of home, office, and car, a lot of people now feel that they need permission to use public spaces the way they’d like to,” its author stated. “We can give that permission to each other.”
I do get the feeling that we have that kind of permission in Lincoln Park more so than elsewhere. I appreciate that runners have carved out a dirt jogging path that parallels the sidewalk and that someone has painted the tree roots there with reflective paint for those days when the sun sets early. I have seen the beauty of the everyday unfold here in all sorts of weather except for one… I can only imagine how the neighbors will make this place come alive in the snow.
Related Posts on Neighborhood Nomads:
- On Places, Puddles and Plans (October 12, 2011)
- Map of Mornings: Lincoln Park (October 2, 2011)
- Keep Your Cool: Thoughts on Summertime in Washington (July 8, 2012)
- My Top Ten Places of 2011 (December 31, 2011)
September 30, 2011, Washington, DC: I’m heading back to Chicago today, back to one of my former hometowns. Like the photo taken in my old Chicago apartment pictured above, my recollections of this city are bright and welcoming and familiar and textured. The Chicago I know includes that one-of-a-kind second story apartment off Armitage St. in the neighborhood of Lincoln Park, where lived in a red brick rowhouse just above its owners from mid-2004 to mid-2005. I loved pretty much everything about that place. What’s not to love about exposed brick and a shadow like that one bursting through the front window off the street?
But that wall full of sunlight is indeed just the surface. There’s far more to love about hometown Chicago.
This is the first in a series of morning photo essays documenting neighborhoods around town, seen from over the handlebars of my (well, our) big red beach cruiser.
July 30, 2011, Washington, DC: Mornings are my time. I’m more creative in the morning. It pains me to spend five mornings a week in the car commuting. By the time I get there, my energy is zapped. Good ideas have come and gone.
Weekend mornings, you can imagine, are heaven. During DC summers, they’re also the best time to see the city. Especially by bike.