When spring arrives early in Chicago and coincides with St. Patrick’s Day, one color dominates my focus: green. And when I think of someone who can describe the mood and feeling of green in his own jazzy, poetic way, I think of Ken Nordine.
I had chance to watch Chicago’s annual dying of the river last weekend. And while the crowd that witnessed this was mostly college students and young adults who probably started drinking their green beer early that morning, I overheard a thirty-something gentleman say that he traveled from southern California to watch our river turn bright green.
When I witness this annual event, I can’t help thinking of this great classic rock song or get thirsty for a Green River soda. I also can’t help becoming slightly irritated that this event brings out plenty of “amateurs.”
But St. Patrick’s Day also reminds me of the promise of spring, when after months of cloudy, cold weather, we begin to see green. A time of renewal.
No, I am not Irish, but today I am. Today I appreciate all the symbolism behind the shamrock. For some it may stand for the Holy Trinity, for others it may stand for faith, hope and love. Still others might think of Guinness, Harps and Jameson.
Whatever your beliefs, let St. Patrick’s Day be a day of gratitude and thankfulness. Let it be a day when you can be of service to others. Let it be a day when the warmth of spring melts the coldness that my exist in your heart.
Though it’s a day late…have a Merry Christmas and a happy, safe holiday season. I took a few pictures today that exemplify the beauty of a fresh clean snowfall…
and the not so beautiful aspects of slushy snow…
I’ll be on the lookout for objects and furniture that Chicagoans use to save their parking spaces – something I know you’ll enjoy.
Creative Commons photo courtesy of ingridtaylar.
Every year, on the Saturday of Chicago’s downtown St. Patrick’s Day parade, the city dyes the river green. I haven’t been downtown for the parade in years, but I’ve always enjoyed seeing the river turn green (usually the river is still very green on the Monday after). Thanks to photographer Anthony J. Stewart, here’s a time-lapse video of the occurrence. I wish you a lucky day today…
For many Chicagoans (myself included), the Christkindlmarket has been an annual holiday tradition. Located in Daley Plaza next to the Picasso, it is a place to buy handcrafted ornaments, eat delicious German food (chased by good beer or traditional German spiced wine), and hang out with friends. My favorite moment here was visiting this market during a blizzard after work about four years ago. Words cannot describe how surreal and peaceful those moments were. I felt relaxed about my trip home since the subway station is located on Dearborn Street and the trains were running smoothly that evening.
No matter which holiday you celebrate this time of year, I wish you and your family the best. Have a great holiday and I hope all of your travels are safe!