Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (12)
Osper
Neat architecture!! Vivid colors!
Chipka
Chicago had that turret thing going for a while, then decided much later in the 20th Century to go bland. Oh well. Great shot, and I love the weathered wood and the little details that pop out when you zoom. I've passed that building a few times and never stopped to photograph it. Oh well, you did so that's a good thing. I like the brick red color. There's a color by Crayola known as Brick Red, but it doesn't actually look like the shade of red in bricks...funny how that works. THIS brick red is so much better and it's non-Crayola related too! I like the guy on the bike; he adds a nice bit of scale and perspective. Really nice.
beachzz
Oh, there are so many pointed remarks I could make about this shot, but I'll refrain. Instead I'll just say it's a wonderful contrast to the other buildings around it. Nice one, Corey!!
durleybeachbum
MARVELLOUS turret! we have houses here with these, and before preservation orders some folk removed them to make maintenance cheaper. GRRR!
auntietk
Oh, VERY nice! :) It reminds me of a buiding I took a picture of in the Near North side. No pointy roof, but that whole round-corner-with-windows thing. This is too cool. It's absolutely says "Chicago" to me, and I'm glad to see it!
jmb007
bonne photo!!
yons
Love old buildings . Great shot.
flavia49
wonderul place and colors! great shot!
sandra46
i love this corner shop and the old building, a great shot!
danapommet
I like this shot Corey because my mind is thinking what a great apartment that second floor would make. All the things that the “turret” room could be. Dana
kasalin
Fantastic, love it !!! EXCELLENT :)
Redbone619
Wonderful piece of work here. Me and Mr. Dana are of a kind regarding this old shack, wanting to restore and revitalize a neglected old structure like this instead of destroying it. This scene reminds me much of the streetscapes I grew up with in Washington, which now are going the way of the dodo bird in disfavor of ugly oversized boxes of overpriced spit-and-Kleenex condos that blend in as well with their surroundings as polkadots go with plaid. From what I've been told [and read about], my return there soon after 6 years will have my brown eyes blue and my hair gone white from the shock. Those Large Cities which still have remnants of old like this will hopefully not want to obliterate them all for the kind of cold and empty Modrin Architecture best left to disjointed suburban hellscapes. I'd like to have that entire 2nd floor with its dramatic little turret to live in myself - except not in Mrs. WindyCity's nightmarish winters!