Man, I wish I was at this party.


Heh heh. Meat skewers.
I am 12.


One of those giant hipster bikes.


I stood on this corner for 20 minutes trying to get a damn picture of those damn jets.


This pavement is defective. A precursor to the Shel Silverstein poem.


Giant, lost heel.


The t-shirt on a stick vendors.

From Clark Street's "alternative" cousin, Broadway:

"Buffalo Bill's" arts & crafts project.
("Was she a great big fat girl?")

Can you see the spiderwebs on this bike?


This church welcomes diversity and opens its arms to orcs and hobbits.


The Clark n Roscoe sinkhole grows and claims its first victim.


This sale will soon celebrate it's one year ending anniversary.


Salsa splattered Sun-Times Street Sale Box... (alliteration is hard... couldn't find a "s" for the box word.)

Parking lot party leftovers.


Official parking permit.