These machines — these actual machines — are part of my earliest childhood memories. They’ve always been filled with cheap plastic treasures, and still offer new generations both disappointment and victory.
Yes, it’s a hardbound copy of the Northern Tool + Equipment catalog. Left in a restroom.
I was riding home on the Blue line and noticed the door indicators couldn’t agree. It happened for several stops.
There are so many unexplained reflections in this shot that I suspect that at least some of these people are ghosts.
This was as close as we got. Almost saw the remotest jumbotrons, but the signs were worth the trip.
He was loud, he was proud, but heavy is the head that wears the crown.