By The Bean after the rain | It rained and rained and rained, and when it finally stopped the moisture came back up out of the ground and created this muggy hang on everything. The ground felt warmer than the air, and yet it was cloudy and soaking wet. Just as the clouds passed downtown the sun reached a point on the horizon behind the buildings where everything became back-lit and glowing. The tourists realized this was their moment.
So did I, I guess. Cloudscape, or “The Bean” as everyone calls it, is potentially the most cliched Chicago landmark for photographs. Because of this I try to avoid it, but somehow I keep finding myself looking at it trying to find a new angle. Maybe that’s high praise for its value as a sculpture – that it is so popular, and still people are pulled in to capture those mirrored curves. This is one of three photos which required a lot of work to get all the blurring off of the moving people. One Prudential Plaza – the shorter, boxy building with the slender tower on the far left inside the Bean’s reflection – was once the tallest in Chicago. Or, as my humanities teacher put it, “the closest place to heaven.” I think this should’ve been considered for a financial slogan.