Weekday mornings and evenings I’m usually somewhere along the near north stretch of Lake Shore Drive, express-bus bound for either work or home. Traffic can be horrific, the bumpy ride can be jarring. But I never tire of this commute: the sometimes scary S-curve, the rosy red neon sign atop the Drake Hotel, the straight shot by the trees, monuments and joggers of Lincoln Park. You can walk or bike by the lake, you can stroll its sandy beaches...
A printed and mailed publication with work by Stephanie Concepcion Ramirez, D’Angelo Lovell Williams, and Hannah Bates / Organized by Rachel McDermott