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allpowerfulaxolotl · 3 months
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Today I went out to my field location, and finally after two months there’s something new
I was taking a picture of moss and I accidentally captured a little seedling that still only has it’s two embryonic leaves :)
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I couldn’t see my screen well while I was taking pictures, and I was only paying attention to the moss, so I didn’t notice this until later on the train when I was looking at the photos I took
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copperbadge · 2 years
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Hiya Sam! Not sure if you've seen this but there's a change-dot-org petition to preserve the green space along the Metra UP North Rebuild project between Addison and Fullerton in Chicago. Just wanted to pass this along in case it's of interest to you at all. (Tumblr won't let me include the link but if you search for "Preserve Chicago's Fragile Ecosystem" on change-dot-org it should be the first result that pops up.)
Hey, thanks for the heads up and sorry this response is about a week late! The petition is still active (Chicagoans, you can sign it here!) and it feels good to participate in a little local change. I'll pass it on to local friends as well!
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concertphotos · 2 months
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Jackson Park Golf Course in Chicago Aerial Photo by David Oppenheimer Via Flickr: Jackson Park Golf Course in Chicago, Illinois aerial view - © 2024 David Oppenheimer - Performance Impressions photography archives performanceimpressions.com
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starry-bi-sky · 10 months
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Part SEVEN of "Clone Danny"
Red Robin, Danny recognizes, steps away from him as he sits up. "My name is Phantom," he signs, blinking the exhaustion out of his eyes. (From Red Robin's perspective, it looks like he has no eyes. There lacks his signature green glow.) "I'm not a gang member, just an out-of-town vigilante."
Red Robin frowns at him, an uncertain grip on the bō in his other hand. "Phantom?" He repeats, no lacking amount of suspicion in his voice. "How can I believe that?"
Right. Yeah, okay, that's fair. Danny shrugs at him, and slumps against the wall. "Google search?" He gestures, he's been out in the daytime before and he's seen the news articles about him.
Red's eyes narrow at him and Danny simply draws his knees up and faceplants into them, half-listening to Red's murmurs into his comm while also trying to get some extra-shut eye.
("Oracle, can you pull up anything on a vigilante named Phantom? The guy here is claiming to be one." Tim says.
"On it."
"Is this Phantom wearing a white mask?" Bruce asks, his voice gruff like an aftershock. "There's a vigilante who shares the same name, but he resides in Illinois."
"Is this guy from that Amity city you visited ages ago?" Says Tim, before shaking his head. "Don't answer that. Yes, he's wearing some freaky mask. I said it reminded me of Hood's helmet for a reason."
"I've got something," Oracle interrupts, "Bats' right. as usual. The Phantom of Amity Park, not much stuff of this guy but he's only been out for over a year. Apparently, his rogues' gallery consists of ghosts."
"Oh great.")
"Look tell the Batman that I'm sorry for trespassing on his turf," He signs irritably when Red Robin eventually starts talking to (re: interrogating) him again. "It's not like I want to be here."
"How did you get in Gotham anyways?" Red Robin questions, batman was on his way to help deal with the situation but Tim doubted he wouldn't get caught up on the way with dealing with petty crime. "Your turf is nearly a thousand miles away from here."
"Two words." Danny deadpans, "Teleport ghost." (Red Robin winces sympathetically.) "I'm keeping this bastard in the thermos for a month for this alone."
(Danny was ignoring the slow-choking anxiety growing in his lungs over how he was gonna get home. He never takes his phone when he goes out, the risk of breaking it was too high. He had no way of contacting anyone to get him home.)
(He swallows the growing lump in his throat, and buries the feeling in the back of his mind.)
"Thermos?"
Danny unclips his Fenton Phantom Thermos off from his belt loop and shows it to Red Robin. "My ghost-catching device," He says with one hand, tilting it carefully for Red to inspect. "I wish I could say I made it, but its a FentonWorks invention."
(He wasn't sure if it was a smart idea to say who it belonged to, but saying it wasn't his probably loosened up any tracks on him, right?)
"Do you work with these Fentons, then?" Red asks, and something dark and shadowy flickers from the corner of Danny's eye. He glances over, and sees nothing, and his hackles raise.
(Either that was Batman, or a ghost, or Danny's mind playing tricks on him. He couldn't feel his ghost sense building in his throat, so he decided it was either the latter of the former.)
Danny snorts, quiet and gruff. "No." He clips his thermos to his belt again, stifling a smile on his face. "The Fentons hate me actually, I prevent them from catching ghosts themselves. Their son gives me their tech."
He had a cover story, so he might as well stick with it, right?
Batman shows up at that moment, appearing atop the little roof where the door is, and giving Danny a heart attack when he speaks in his low, rumbly voice like thunder rolling in, "Why would they hate you for that?"
Danny shoots up to his feet with a startled yell in his throat, clutching his chest as he whirls around and looks up. He nearly runs into Red Robin, and signs a few choice swears at the Bat.
"wow you're scarier in person, asshole."
"you didn't answer my question."
"Of course I didn't, you scared me." and Danny takes a trembling step back when the Batman jumps down and lands on the roof in front of him. He's faced ghosts before, but somehow the living is always scarier.
"But, um, the reason is a bit.. complicated, I guess." He says, fingers beginning to shake as his adrenaline wears off. God is he tired. He wants to go home. "The Fentons are the local ghost hunters and local crazies. I don't know if I can call them mad scientists because they're harmless to the living."
"But they're extremely anti-ghost. I've heard from their son multiple times the very unethical things they would do to ghosts if they got their hands on one."
Danny 'talks' a little more before calling it quits, even telling Batman that he can't tell him more without putting his identity at risk.
Plus, its getting harder and harder to hide his bone-deep exhaustion and his growing fear of being stranded in the most dangerous city in America with no way home.
"I would love to tell you more, believe me I'm dying to." Danny signs, shaky sarcasm dripping from his fingers. His hands are visibly trembling and he's withholding a slowly growing panic attack. "But I would like nothing more than to figure out a way to get home."
"Do you have no one to contact?"
"Sort of. But only one of them could probably come get me and get me back to Amity by sunrise. And I have no phone."
That one person being Ellie.
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emotattooedcatlady · 1 year
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I’ve been hoarding this picture for too long. Please enjoy this picture of Gerard as Jackie Kennedy from September. And no, this wasn’t using zoom.
Gerard Way
Riot Fest - Chicago Illinois
September 2022
(Edit to add: my old URL is 12+ years old and I no longer even thought about what it was. Thanks to tags on this post I will be changing it immediately and want to be clear that I’m extremely anti-JKR and anti-TERF)
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federer7 · 10 months
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Beaches and Parks, Chicago, 1977
Photo: Barbara B. Crane
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five-opportunity · 21 hours
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henk-heijmans · 1 month
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Chicago, Illinois, 1957 - by Gordon Parks (1912 - 2006), American
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connnnorkai · 1 month
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Whispy Blooms March, 2024
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lustingupon · 5 months
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kodachrome-net · 4 months
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The 400 Theatre, Chicago, 1982
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colonellickburger · 3 months
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Gordon Parks. Born Black. Malcolm X at Rally, Chicago, Illinois, 1963
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urbs-in-horto · 3 months
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Parking Adventures in Chicago-land. (Granville betwixt Broadway and Glenwood, from fb)
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federer7 · 4 days
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Ethel Shariff in Chicago. 1963
Photo: Gordon Parks
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deebrisbyfish · 18 days
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It may not LOOK it, but those three bags felt like they got heavier the longer I had to walk from the car to my table. By the end, I had sore muscles from dragging that thing in places I forgot I HAD muscles! On the ORIGINAL art for these, the lettering is done by hand and WOOOOT, does it look like it. Hand lettering is SOOOO not a skill set I possess.
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