Chicago- continued

I’m having a good time here.

More Chicago- a visual diary, with a few words, cos we prefer looking at pictures, don’t we?

MK drove me down to Jackson Park to see ‘Big Mary’

'Big Mary'

I’m enjoying being in the city and looking at the urban material infrastructure, the ‘L’ railway, the skyscrapers (apparently invented in Chicago) and listening to the noise.

driving under the 'L'

We have been doing some teaching at Northwestern University. To sort ourselves out, we were loaned a spectacular conference room next to the President’s office (of the med school, not of the US)

the view from the conference room- Navy Pier

more view. Those are reflections, we are not being invaded.

The road below

The conference room

me, working on something profound

it was in this room that we made a couple jam comics to warm up

We went to a ‘retro’ market in MK’s neighbourhood and I snapped up this unused 1980’s polaroid camera for $20


Arrival in Chicago: straight to the cemetery.

I’ve been in Chicago 2 days. I arrived to sunshine and snow and very low temperatures- lovely high-pressure weather.

downtown Chicago

I’m staying with MK (aka Comic Nurse) and Cindy and their lovely Wheaten Terrier, Alice Bea. I am very lucky.

MK and Cindy


On Sunday, MK took me to look round Graceland Cemetary as I had missed it last time I was here. We paid our respects at the grave of Mies Van Der Rohe

Mies' grave

It is a truly amazing place, full of impressive monuments to the dead, and a pretty creepy sculpture by Lorado Taft

Eternal Silence, by Lorado Taft

Some more funereal stuff:

Martin Ryerson's grave (Owner of a sawmill, possibly like the one on Twin Peaks)

Peter Schoenhoffen's Grave (brewer)

as we were standing by this pyramid, a man walked over and said that he passed by this grave every day and had occasionally seen the head of the sphynx rotate ‘real slow, so slow that you hardly notice’


the allegedly 'rotating' sphynx head

peeking inside the pyramid

This grave has its own jetty. I think a small boat moored there would have been a nice touch

an understated resting place for a husband and wife.

this is the grave of a Doctor and his mother

and here lies another doctor, together with his *wives*. class!

OK, last one for now:

Mr Pulman of the eponymous coaches. He was into symmetry, big time.

I learned quite a bit about the history of Chicago and the families (and egos)  of the industrialists from walking round the cemetery with MK.