Brandon flew in from Tempe this weekend. Mutually eager to explore our urban surroundings we embarked on a metropolitan expedition primarily consisting of a jaunt across the abandoned elevated train tracks running east-west through Chicago’s northwestern suburbs, commonly known as the Bloomingdale Trail.
As far as I know the trail is legally owned by some railroad company, but there’s no hope in keeping trespassers out. The unlawful intruder flood gates have been blown open. Brandon and I spotted cyclists, dogs, and short fat people, suggesting there are several easy access points (none of which we found, we had to hop a fence 6th grade-style).
There’s been talk of converting the tracks into a public park, but I feel like any official municipal recognition would only diminish the menacing appeal of the Trail as it sits. When you’re up there, you feel like you‘re above (pun intended) the law. You look down on the Plebs, too simpleminded to shin up a chain-linked fence. It’s awesome and I would recommend it to everyone.
These specks look like birds, but they're actually fighter jets.
This piece of grafitti is just south of the Aldi on Milwaukee.
I can't figure out if it's a tribute, or possibly the work of NYHCers H2O, or if it's someone manifesting their admiration for the chemical make-up of water, or if it's just some retard's tag name. Either way, it does something that the vast majority of other "street art" falls short of: it makes me think. But only barely.
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