This is the neighborhood cleaner next to my building. I can't get enough of the weathered and faded hand painted signs all around Chicago. While this building still houses a dry cleaner, many other buildings around the area tell decade old stories of an era past. Messages from old print house companies, auto body shops, and local goods manufacturers of the past, none of which ever intended for an audience two generations later, still remain like an unintended time capsule. I enjoy museums and their contributions to preserving culture, but you don't need a curator to get a glimpse of times past; you just need to get off your ass and take a look before the unremitting sun, rain, snow eventually blot these mementos out.
Here is the dome of a nearby cathedral I stopped under for respite from the sun.
Who knows how long this shop has been here. I can imagine, however, I would've been the type to run around the fountain to the left of this barber shop on a hot summer day while waiting for my mom to get out of her hair appointment.
The trees are bright golden yellow this week and quickly losing their plumage. It's about that time to break out the wool!
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If you have time to do this, you have time to have fun.
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